I whisper the words to myself because I am alone and no one is here to do it for me. No one is left to assure me that things will turn out okay in the end. It's almost as if they're afraid to come near.
The soft spring rain always reminds me of him and the times when we would lie in bed together, completely naked and without covers, when we'd make up stories about lovers dancing in the Parisian rain. Sometimes we'd just lie still and let the rain block out the thoughts racing through our minds.
There was a time when he yelled at me for lying in out driveway during a late summer storm, but he held me close afterwards, making me promise I wouldn't get sick and I wouldn't die and I'd never leave him alone. He feared being alone more than anything else in the world. I could never understand that because I always had him and I was never alone.
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