It is raining outside; the weather is very cold perfect for a cup of coffee. As I hear each rain drop touch the ground I feel the zephyr touch my face. But this zephyr is not as soft as her hand. I was looking at the rain, which was kind of strange, rain happens now and then but I was looking at rain for the first time like this. but who knew that I was not lost looking at rain but I was lost in my imagination holding two cups of coffee and waiting in the balcony for her to come up to me and take her cup and enjoy the lovely taste of coffee.

But the coffee tended to cool down I kept waiting but she never showed up.

And tears shed from my eyes. Tears mixed with the rain drops trying to smoothen my feelings but I forgot this was making it harsh on my self. I left a place in my heart that was to her that will remain hers now I have become used to my imaginations betray me. The world sees what I feel y can’t she know what I feel I have missed her I will miss her. But I wondered to my self “she waits for a prince, she deserves a prince and I don’t stand near a prince.

I tend to for get the words in the world are les to describe her beauty she mite b a normal girl to the whole world but definitely she is not a normal girl for me. With grief in my heart sorrows I can’t forget her. I just wait for the day when will we have coffee together “but the question is still unanswered will we ever b together? Can I b her prince? I know the answer is no but y can’t we…..