If wishes fell like rain, certainly I am a storm. Wishing for you, wishing for love. The type of love you fall so deeply you can’t see anymore. I’m blinded by this wishing storm wondering if the clouds will pass and I’ll finally know if we will last. Tell me if we will be something, give me anything I can grasp. But now I just keep wishing one day you’ll see, see me, see us and what we can be. Wis...