when the rain falls, i think of you.

how you would hold me as i shiver scared.
how we would drink something warm together at the kitchen table.
the way we would look each other in the eyes, understanding everything words could not explain.

when the rain fall, i think of you. i think of us. i think of the idea of us.


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