Rain

I love the rain, love the smell of it, the sound of it. Love seeing it tracing lines down the windows. Love remembering seeing you walking in it, hood over your head and purple boots on your feet. The rain never fails to make me think of you…

Joke's on me, Everything makes me think of you these days.

Arguably, I'm obsessed. It's probably unhealthy. I don't really have an obsessive personality, though. Tenacious, maybe, but not obsessive, not until you.

It's the impossibility, I think. Combined with the absolutely incredible possibility… my god, what we could be together, you and me. Can you even imagine? This love, which is truly only a seed now and yet already powerful enough to move mountains… imagine what it could be, what it could do, properly watered and tended and allowed to grow.

Magnificent. I can't imagine it being anything less.

So, sure. I'm obsessed. I freely admit it. But who wouldn't be? Who could look at the potential, see the energy between us, feel the incredible warmth of the love we have for each other - and I know, I do know now, even if sometimes I forget, that you do love me, even if the same bounds that hold me back prevent you from saying it, either. Who could be faced with that, and not become obsessed with it? Not want to find some way - any way - to nurture that seed, give it absolutely everything it needs to succeed?

Not me. That's for sure.

So I hope I get to see you walking in the rain again soon. Or. You know. At all. In any weather. I just… I'm looking forward to whenever I get to see you next. Always.

Yours,
♒️