brokenwings2min

Can You Hear Me? So there I was, sitting alone and outside, in the torrential summer rain of Seoul, happy couples running inside of small cafes or libraries to shelter from the large droplets, small children being ushered inside by their caring parents and then there was me, elbows on knees and head bowed as the warm water fell from the high heavens and drenched my clothing, I was sitting on steps which lead to a plain cherry red door I so badly wanted to pass, but I had been disallowed, my heart had shattered and fallen so easily to the floor when those barricading words had been spoken, "I don't want to see you, ever!", just to let you kno