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Rainy Day
My hand gently slipped out of yours as we said goodbye one last time.
I walked on in the pouring rain until I saw the painful relief I longed for.
The warmth surrounded me and my body let out the temperature and feelings it held so close, so dearly.
As we neared you, I saw your sad face leaned against the wall, waiting for something--something that was not going to come.
My body twisted around in sorrowful attempt to have my eyes on you the entire time.
Then the distance grew longer and you grew farther away.
That was the last time I saw you.
In hopes to hold your touch, kiss, spirit, and love with me, my soft blue eyes fell backward as sheets of skin covered and protected them.
I saw you holding me.
I felt you kissing me.
I heard you whispering to me.
Suddenly I was jerked from you and forced into reality as you said, "I love you."
I blinked and looked around.
Yeah, the rain does that to me sometimes.
