Raindrops of Thinking

  — by Blue The old me wouldn’t have imagined a time such as this would come. I have never dreamed of it, not exactly. But now that I somehow kind of have it, I realize how much I have longed for it all along. It’s a mystery that I couldn’t quite explain or solve. I only know how certain I am, wishing every night that I might not lose it. It Is something so out of my reach at first. Even now I truly wonder if this is nothing but a mirage in the midst of mocking reality. What if everything that makes this up is a figment of my imagination? What if this person is nothing but a sham? What if everything else is a lie? It's that hard to believe. They say seeing is believing, but then I chose to believe what I am feeling instead. Something that I couldn’t yet hold. Something that I haven’t even laid my eyes upon. Something filled with beautiful promises that I firmly hold on to as they grow in number and never less. Now I have a mountain of wishes and a beaming ray of hope. But here c