It’s going to be impossible to not think about you every time it rains.
How can something that once annoyed you to the core become the thing that you look forward to the most.
Rain used to ruin my day; all the plans disappeared, a good mood turned to melancholy, a loss of all desire.
Yet now, I look for that chance. The chance to spend just a little more time with you, just because it’s raining. The rain is no longer a spoiler of goodness, but an ally and bringer of opportunity; a friend that helps me be closer to you.
I don’t know how many more rainy days we have left together, but no matter how many there are, I know for sure that the rest of my life you will live on. Because every time it rains, you’ll return, the memories of those walks where I got to be with you alone, and we talked, and life made sense, and I felt like I was home.
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