You Were The Rain
I came quite easily to you, did I not? Oh no, it was surely not a struggle to draw me in and maintain my stay. For I had never felt this strongly towards another and I was immensely beheld by all that you possessed. All that you were. All that I was lacking. I could never really express how much you truly meant to me, and how much admiration I devoted to you. And for my lack of expression, I remain sincerely indebted to you. I find it accurate to say that I fell into a trans, a deep state of beckoning sleep in which I refused awakening. I was lost in your essence, and of course, your very being, which appealed to me as if you were a deadly sin, dripping with temptation. And I, I was your hopeful victim. All of who I was longed for you to echo my desire, my overwhelming need to be with you. You were not like all the rest. That, I was sure of. To me, you were the sun, the moon, and the stars, yet easily so much more. Perhaps, Darling, you were the rain.
You cam to me in such a lovely reality, but as the rain, you changed heart much too sun, leaving me in a disasterous state of dispare. Oh, how it still pains me to recall such a dreadful decision, in which you left me no other escape. I had to end the storm, which also troubles me to say, required me to take shelter from the rain. As I momentarily stop to gather my thoughts into words, at times I can still hear your faint, lingering whispers of our lives, once intertwined; the same glorious feeling of rain falling upon my skin.
Darling, you may have been the rain. So please bury everything of us with this testament to everything you were, when you held me in the palm of your hand. Because for once in my life, I had the rain. For the rain was my breath, my desire, my passion. I breathed the rain. Then, it was as if I was commanded to hold my breath and end my breathing. With every fiber of my being, I believe you will never truly fathom how much I missed you, missed your touch and your impact on my heartbeat, how dearly I missed the rain. What if, Darling, you were the rain?
Though just as the rain gradually grew colder, so did the way you had always held me in your eyes, so captivating, promising forever with just a shear glance. You brought upon me such a frantic state, so, so frantic. For I had realized then, that I was loosing the rain. For a love once so immaculate had simmered into nothing but my mere haunting nightmares. Nightmares in which you could not conceive, and you, you would not save me. As if you thought I could go on, unharmed, without the rain. Though how could I when the best of me was always you? Was always the rain. Though do not worry your cold, careless heart. Do not stop to think of me now, for I have long ago ended the storm and the rain, and I have since mended my life. My scars have become less aware, and no longer pain me whenever you are near. I find a powering sense of of serenity now that I no longer desire you, no longer desire to dance in the rain, to feel you close to me. Although, it has became quite evident to me over our years apart, looking back Darling, I know now that you, you were always my rain.
You cam to me in such a lovely reality, but as the rain, you changed heart much too sun, leaving me in a disasterous state of dispare. Oh, how it still pains me to recall such a dreadful decision, in which you left me no other escape. I had to end the storm, which also troubles me to say, required me to take shelter from the rain. As I momentarily stop to gather my thoughts into words, at times I can still hear your faint, lingering whispers of our lives, once intertwined; the same glorious feeling of rain falling upon my skin.
Darling, you may have been the rain. So please bury everything of us with this testament to everything you were, when you held me in the palm of your hand. Because for once in my life, I had the rain. For the rain was my breath, my desire, my passion. I breathed the rain. Then, it was as if I was commanded to hold my breath and end my breathing. With every fiber of my being, I believe you will never truly fathom how much I missed you, missed your touch and your impact on my heartbeat, how dearly I missed the rain. What if, Darling, you were the rain?
Though just as the rain gradually grew colder, so did the way you had always held me in your eyes, so captivating, promising forever with just a shear glance. You brought upon me such a frantic state, so, so frantic. For I had realized then, that I was loosing the rain. For a love once so immaculate had simmered into nothing but my mere haunting nightmares. Nightmares in which you could not conceive, and you, you would not save me. As if you thought I could go on, unharmed, without the rain. Though how could I when the best of me was always you? Was always the rain. Though do not worry your cold, careless heart. Do not stop to think of me now, for I have long ago ended the storm and the rain, and I have since mended my life. My scars have become less aware, and no longer pain me whenever you are near. I find a powering sense of of serenity now that I no longer desire you, no longer desire to dance in the rain, to feel you close to me. Although, it has became quite evident to me over our years apart, looking back Darling, I know now that you, you were always my rain.
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