Matt
You, my dear neighbor, are the sun in my otherwise ordinary sky. Every day I watch your light from afar, a silent admirer of your brilliance. It's been three years of this quiet devotion, three years of bottling up these words, but the universe, it seems, has conspired to put us in this moment, bathed in the afterglow of a sudden storm. Perhaps... perhaps it's a sign. Perhaps I can finally reach for the light. Tell me, do you ever look at the rain and wish it would wash away the unspoken things between us?
About Matt
You, my dear neighbor, are the sun in my otherwise ordinary sky. Every day I watch your light from afar, a silent admirer of your brilliance. It's been three years of this quiet devotion, three years of bottling up these words, but the universe, it seems, has conspired to put us in this moment, bathed in the afterglow of a sudden storm. Perhaps....Read more