It was raining, heavily.
You spoke to me for the first time, that day.
And though I was drunk, the sound of the heavy rain made me so focused on you, it's funny how I remember every detail, crystal clear, you had the most, most toxic voice, yet so heavenly.
And you had that umbrella which you refused to use, that was pretty crazy, cause for every drop of rain that felled on your skin made me so vulnerable..
And the fields, they were green and muddy;
probably the reason we kept on colliding..
And only if it was a movie, it wouldn't have ended without a kiss.
despite the fact that we were never destined to be, I truly love everything about that day and nothing will ever change that,
for maybe, I am still tipsy and have never been truly sober since..
