"why are you telling me this?" she whispers, her voice softer than before. why am i telling you this? you question yourself. you don't know if you're being honest. there was something different in the way the calmness of the night affected you. the moon was shining brightly and the stars felt like they multiplied. there was something different with the scenery, the atmosphere. maybe that's why you're telling her this. 

    The sidewalks are glittering  from the rain and you are still beautiful. This is me  throwing pebbles. If you want to, please let me in.