The rain stopped, and the person I was waiting for never came back.
He is the only light in my darkness, my preference and exception throughout my life.
We were so close, but we missed him in the end; I reluctantly let him block me, just to give him the last bit of dignity.
Every rainy day after that, I was waiting for someone who would never show up, waiting for a regret that would never end.
This is a story about love, miss, and relief, written for everyone who has been hurt in love.
