I saw his soul through his eyes as if he were an open book,
He let me see every fissure and explore every nook,
After a few blank pages, a story commenced…
I like to lose myself in the pitter-patter of the rain, Thoughtlessly doodling in the mist on the windowpane, Unbothered by the dark clouds, puddles, and grime, Nostalgia takes over, I travel back in time, Stuck in those moments that didn’t last, Conversations that ran deep too fast, My heart raced every time you hummed […]
