All I know is that you care too much for your own good. When raindrops fall over the windows to your soul and adhere to your face, I know you are real. And I know this because I see, and you know this because you feel the silent waterfall drizzling down your cheeks, collecting into a pitiful puddle at your feet.
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Great take on the sensation of the rain. Love the minimalistic visual as well.
lovely lovely so sentimental