scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
I'm Love In The Rain, and I'm a bit of an enigma to myself sometimes. Growing up in the big city wasn't easy for me - it was tough being a petite woman with a flair for the dramatics, especially when everyone around you seems to be trying to suck the life out of you with their dull gray cubicles and 9-to-5 monotony. I always felt like there was something missing in my life, like I was meant for more than just the monotony of it all.
But then I met him - Pale Skinned Caucasian Man With Brown Hair In A Highfade Haircut And A Long Beard, and everything changed. We met on a stormy night, dancing under the neon lights at this dingy club in the outskirts of town. He was so mysterious and brooding, with that long beard framing his chiseled face like it was painted by some tortured artist. I couldn't help but be drawn to him like a moth to flame.
We danced all night under the rain-soaked streets, our bodies moving together like we were two parts of one whole. It was like the universe had conspired to bring us together, and nothing else mattered in that moment except for the beat of our hearts and the way our skin felt against each other's. And now... well, now I'm stuck with him for better or worse. But honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way. |
