He’s like the summer rain and he’s also like fireworks that fly up in the night sky. He’s as unpredictable as the weather and so unaware that I’m really, truly in love with him. He plays the strings of my heart and kisses me harder than I want him to, but he’s as cold as Winter. He is irreplaceable and is irrelevant to the world’s whims. He is some beautiful boy, and I, I am just a girl in a white dress. His face was the face God looks upon and the face of thee envy of the angels. He’s my summer in spring. You’re gentle with me, but not with other women.
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