• I was thinking, thinking of many things. Sitting on the bench by the window, watching the rain slide down the glass, and some land against it. I could smell it, that sweet, yet cold scent.
    I slid my finger tips against the glass. I noticed my fingers matched the coldness of the glass, yet i didn't take them away...
    It reminded me of him, holding my hands until his warmth made my coldness vanish. I noticed, I was think of him. How he made my heart actually beat, how he made my cheeks seem like to pink roses. How he made my lips curl in a way i have ever felt them....smiling.
    My chest hurting...but not from pain, from to much laughter. he made everything brighter...not even the rain could make the day seem gloomy anymore...
    I was thinking of him....the jewel of my warmth...the forst person i let myself love...