hello fuckers

my first rant?

if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

she was like that, living in the moment, telling me how bad she wanted to be loved, how she has always chosen the wrong person to fall for, how badly she needs a guy who'd give her his life, who'd validate her all the time, who'd remind her if she's wrong sometimes.

oh how she kept defining her perfect man, and how i kept molding myself in those words