to the pretty one with the brown hair

rainy days, pitter-pattering along the glass, winds and clouds dance along and chase each other over the horizon. a day for for windshield wipers and umbrellas to brag and boast and on this day i thought of you.

my words and actions might have gone askew with my intentions. my heart is right and my mouth is confused. i hope you forgive me, i meant to cross no lines, no barriers.

we are all fighting battles in our own worlds and allies like you are good to keep.

there was no projection but only a weary tale of a path i regretfully strolled, and the fear of seeing my love follow.

smile with me? stand by me? dance with me?

love always

Mister juj

not just the words, everything is to be absorbed.