Sitting at the top of a mountain its where we always are.
Together or not we remain there.
We sit through the rain, the snow and the hard winds of life.
He gives me his umbrella and I refuse to accept it.
Why do I refuse the happiness I deserve for myself? I'm still alive, besides the winter cold and the rainy fall. I'm still standing here with him.
Nobody may see it.
But we do.
and that's what's important.
He doesn't care what I think, even If what I think directly affects him, which in result affects me.
I just wished the mountain never came down, and I wished I aimed for higher, where he wants 2 take me.
