all of us have our very own love stories, fairy tales, melodrama, comedy, etc. that express what's inside our mind. most specially, it shows what's inside our hearts. and this is what's inside me.
i don't have to use any hifalutin super space medieval freaky vocabularic words to express what i feel. i don't need to be poetic on this one. i don't need idioms. semantics won't be able to descry the laws of language within this piece. all it takes is HEART. a pure one. no pretensions. no screw ups. honest. sincere. call it whatever you like. it's all HEART.
so here i go, this is a threefold graphic novel/piece whatever that tells a melodrama tragic romance.
DISCLAIMER:
you don't even need to read the captions or whatever is written on it. a keen observation of the following images will tell you the whole story.
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Last night I fell in love with a stranger Behind the glass house she came walking out the backdoor Into a crowd of screaming boys calling her name
"When it rains, I don't need an umbrella. You are my thunder that keeps me warm."
There's this boy who fell in love with a stranger. They've only met once. Talked once. He made a promise to this girl he once knew.
"Hear what i've said. Keep it. If you've made up your mind, I promise, I'll be here. I'll just be here, waiting for you. I promise."
The day came, it was a sunny morning.sitted while holding his umbrella against the heat of the sun, he waited for her to come. Butterflies dancing in the field and rose petals flying freely. Hours passed, she never came. Then, it rained. Lightning struck. He let go of his umbrella knowing he'll be safe. The presence of the girl on his heart will keep him alive. There are no other sound he can hear except of that singing voice of THUNDER.
I never saw it coming, the way a voice can make me feel And I fear that I am falling I should be old enough to know Not to fall in love with the voice on the radio
"When it rains, I am the wind that shepherds the million raindrops."
Months have passed. Finally, the girl arrived. But it was too late for the boy was not there anymore. She thought that he may have had enough waiting for her to come. She sat on the bench, the exact one where the boy waited for her. She waited. Hoping she'll see even just a glimpse of a boy that promised her his heart. But he never came. The wind blew gently caressing her with sweet rosy scent. He never came. He never came. He never came.
So here I stand fighting what I feel for you Torn between what reason says and how I really feel And here I stand, wondering what to say to you Hoping that you feel the same, the same as I do
"And I'll keep on wasting my time waiting for you."
Days have passed. The boy came back hoping he'll once again see the girl he once promised his heart to. He waited. But She never came. Will she ever come back? He waited. He waited.
Weeks have passed. He's still there waiting. Holding on to the promise he made that he'll wait for her forever. It's summer. but how ironic it is, it's still raining. The RAIN never left. He was there sitted on the bench under the half lit lamp post singing the songs of the rain and imagining how it feels like to be dancing under the rain with that girl whom he once promised his heart to.
Months passed. The boy was never to be found. All that were left were his memories and the wind that shepherds the million raindrops.
She came, but he was not there anymore.
At last, the wind has finally met her. It promised to wait for her, and the time finally came. Though it can only hold her, when it rains.
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And that's my story...
Would you be scared if I told you I like you And would you run if I told you I love you
vignette para mejo lomo.. 
