this is just random--
the rain began to pour down, and as the rain poured down his face, nearly blinding him from seeing my face, he confesses his love for me that he could no longer hide. Yet- he was missing something; he was missing that twinkle that I was looking for when I stared into his eyes. He asked for my hand in marriage, and as stuck as I was, I found the strength- I had declined.
I had to, for our own happiness- because one day he would leave me for the one he truly loved; one day his heart would no longer be mine, and then I would yet to find my true love, the one divine.
-Butta Love, the provocative verbalist
