Rainy wednesday

The weather is complementing me. Its crying for me.. Whenever i see raindrops on the windows it seemed to be the one crying for me.

I wish tears would simply fall down and go away but there would be always constant reminder on how it was. No matter how hard I try there would be things to prove otherwise.

Is this the price I must pay?

But self reflection us useless when the person at hand does not know the meaning of love.. Is this how he comprehends?

I hope and pray not..

I hope and pray it may not be.


After all.. I should have chosen to chase my own pavements...