I'm in love with a drone.

She never starts the conversations. Whenever she needs my attention, it's for some school function. Yet, she's beautiful. There's nothing cold about her eyes or appearance.

It's so weird how someone like her managed to attend my school, or for that matter, popped into my life somehow. I've probably spent more time with her than almost any other girl I know. She probably mindlessly knows more about my life than more people bother to remember. I'm most certainly not in the friend zone - she never uses me to her personal advantage, and either do I.

That's not even the worst part - I made a song based from a chord progression stuck in my head after I heard she didn't feel well. I've secretly worked on it for a year now.

Neither she nor I are desperate for any attention, but for some reason, I keep wanting to expand our platonic relationship. If she comes to keep my company during sound tech, I'll be a super happy camper.

Talk to me. When you talk, the rain stops falling.