It’s a shame that those who need love the most don’t get it. And if they ever do, they don’t recognize it, because they have been under heavy rain for as long as they have known themselves. They only see it as something sad and don’t understand that a flower needs rain to grow, too. And so they get soaked in the rain we call sadness, not letting love a chance to grow.
You, because you took the time to ask me this. To be honest I think everyone on here is beautiful and magical, you know I don’t just follow people for their blog, but for what they show. Lately I fell in love with Han-Alexander’s writing, goddamn it, it’s magic.
"It has to snow soon," she said.
"I dislike snow, it’s so cold and only pretty for a few days and then it melts. I can’t understand how you can like it," he replied.
"It buries everything that makes this world seem ugly in something beautifully white," she answered.
"I still can’t understand it, but nevermind," he said.
“Snow is the only thing that I can feel, the only thing that is colder than me," she thought to herself.
And so they went on, never being able to fully understand each other. But maybe it was better if they didn’t. Some things are not meant to be understood. Some thoughts are meant to be kept hidden forever in order not to destroy one-self, and some secrets have to be buried under the snow.