Rain reminds
Isn't rain just beautiful? I think it's gorgeous. I love watching it by my window. I see the roads, I see how gleefully the trees sway to the wind and drench themselves, I see the little pups looking for shelter and then I see us. I see us taking chances to hold eachother's hands as it drizzles harder. I see us stealing glimpses. It brings me smiles and I do sheepishly. I remember how once, walking through the rain, we slipped and landed on our bums. It makes me laugh and weep all at the same time. I smile because I'm glad I had the best of my memories with you and I cry because it's over. The love is dead. You and I are dead. The 'us' isn't anymore there. There are days when I miss the most and then there are days when I realise, what we had in that period was the best, and stretching further would only make it monotonous and boring. It's true that separations are difficult, but sometimes walking away is the only option left, so you can reviv...