Now I wait for the rain
I told you rain is my favorite weather. I’m usually a joyful person, but I find comfort in sadness. I like sad songs, dull colors, movies with angsty stories, rainy days. Maybe it’s because I know how happiness feels that I can enjoy the sadness. It's unusual, but I used to associate everything sad with pleasant moments because I shared them with nice people. I used to love talking about soul-shattering song lyrics with the person who made me feel like the happiest woman. But now I wait for the rain. The day is sunny. You’re lying beside me, breathing, with skin as cold as absence. My love is fearful. I dream more awake than when I die at night. How could you ever be the reason for my euphoria? I lie wishing something bad happened to us, so that you would abandon me. Doing it myself would be like a rain of knives. Now yo...