CHAPTER 3
Kishan POV
I silently crept to Kelsey's bed. Everyone was asleep on the plane. I reached for her journal, and opened it. I knew it wasn't right, but I needed to check to make sure there was nothing she was with holding from us.
I looked down at the very last page she had written on. It was a poem; a beautiful poem:
WHAT WE WERE
Love… is a story, needs a stranger, some danger, and passion. There must be tons and tons of fashion, but does this make love? What will? What makes love? Love is made of growing smiles, cuddlin' by a fire for a while, and singing and dancing in the rain. Giggles and banters mean no more pain. There is so much more to love then one person can know. They always say it takes two to tango! I've always gotten shy when you walked by, and then I sigh. What a shame my love story is still being written even though each word you utter makes me smitten. Yes, I'm positive now what I feel is love. Can't help it; I feel so much love! For you, your words, your songs, even your birds that sing on your windowsill. I wait until you get home. Yes, I'm all alone until you walk into the living room and you yell surprise and there before my eyes is the girl you say you love. And so because of this, I leave you in your bliss with this girl you love. You kiss, but do you know what love is? The answer to that question is no.
I was so enveloped by the poem that I didn't notice Ren come in.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered.
"Same as you. Anything important in there?"
In response to his question, I passed him the journal. I watched his eyes go wide as he read Kelsey's poem. He obviously didn't know she was so good at writing poems. Neither did I. Granted it was a sad love poem, but beautiful.
"You really aren't supposed to be reading that." I heard Kelsey say.
"We know. We're sorry. Did we wake you?"
"No. I was awake when you came in."
"Oh." I said, followed by and awkward silence, until Ren said: "I guess we'll go now."
We left with the word of her poem still running through our minds.