jobelle
Give me a clue, dammit. Leave a note by my bed. Tell me you love me, too.
I remember when we went to a maze. You took my hand and let me lead. I got us lost and you laughed.
"You were never one to lead," you told me.
"But I don't like to follow."
"So who are you?" you asked.
"I don't know," I say. "I don't know. I'm just a girl who likes rain and loves people more than I should."
You shook your head and gripped my hand.
"No. No, you are more than that."