Stars will never fall.

I tried writing some love-struck phrases once again at the back of my ecology notebook, after hearing some sappy love songs from Leann Rimes.

It is always a habit, and it never failed. I was expecting a page full of ironic none sense but after hours and hours of thinking, I came to realize I was only tapping louder and louder at the blank page.

I guess I can never express how I feel ever again. Or maybe it is too much that words aren't enough.

With a heavy sigh, I placed the cap on my g-tec once again and stared outside the window. Surely, the rain just stopped. I could still see water droplets from our window pane and the wet ground outside. Only a few were milling around, smiling happily at the sky.

I don't really understand why they were smiling. Sure, the rain's over, but you can barely see the sunlight and its pink afternoon rays because of the heavy clouds - promising a down pour once again. I turned my attention back to the blank page of my notebook, then back at the heavy clouds. But after a short while, I noticed that the few people who were once smiling at the sky were gone, and that the heavy clouds were slowly starting to cry.

The street was empty, and the rain started. There was no thunder, just the silent rain falling. I turned back and again on the blank page and noticed droplets of water making its mark on the clean sheet of paper.

Right then and there, I knew how the sky felt.