The smell of the first rains seduces you to pour out your heart’s hidden desires to your loved one or makes you put that pen to paper to express unsaid feelings in a poem.
I am the kind of person who doesn’t exactly fear life, but if life is a journey, then I’d rather pretend to be sick and sit home every single day of my life.
We don’t have the guts to just be straightforward and say: “Hey, mate, I miss you. I miss our conversations and how we used to talk every minute…”
You won’t be afraid of anything because by the time you catch him looking, he would’ve been lost in the beautiful landscape that he’s looking at — YOU.
Could he not see us laughing? Man, what a fool he was!