Rain…
I remember that night when we were walking down the street to enjoy the rain. You were holding my hand in one hand and an umbrella in the other. We were walking as though no one was looking. We looked like some young teens who had lately fallen in love as we splashed the water with our feet. I unexpectedly asked you to buy me ice cream, and you looked at me in such a cutely strange way that I couldn’t help but giggle. We had a great time that night. We had the best time of our life teasing one other, laughing at the smallest jokes, and enjoying ice cream from the same cup (that you subsequently bought me).
Tonight it’s raining again, and I’m strolling down the street by myself. I’m not even carrying an umbrella to protect myself from the rain. My hands are icy cold, yet I don’t want them to warm up. Do you know why? Because you were used to doing things like this for me. And when you’re not here, I don’t want any of your memories to come knocking on my heart’s door. I don’t want to miss you or tell you how much I miss you.
Now that I’ve learned to live for myself, I don’t want anything to deviate me from my path. I healed myself all by myself, and now I don’t need anyone to empathize with me. Because I’ve learned to live without YOU!
