I was right

He's not the kind to make you drool, not the prince charming type girls dream of. He's just simple- an ordinary guy who lives nearby.

But there's something in him that made me believe in true love.

Maybe it's the way he talks. Maybe it's the way he says my name. Maybe it's the way he smiles and stares at me a little too much, or maybe it's the way he sips his coffee every morning.

I was not a believer of love back then. With all the people hurting and crying themselves to sleep, I couldn't find any reason to believe in it.

But one rainy night I saw him drenched in the rain, happily dancing in it.

I couldn't help but smile,

I couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, he's the reason I was looking for to believe in love.

and fortunately, I was right.