With the sky all grey and angry, bellowing through the silence and shards of water hammering on my skin, I just had one regret. You. Nostalgia has a funny way of flooding through your veins like an over-flowing dam, determined to drown out every memory along it’s way. You see, you will be my biggest regret. The start of us, at least. I’d go back to that dancing night and stop the clock if I could. I’d go back to that room and try to feel something different instead.
Even as the rain slows, the chill in the air remains and I am once again thrown headfirst into a crowd of non-believers. This time, at least, I hope you believe me.
With the sky all grey and angry, I sat outside and let the shards of water pierce through my broken knees and bruised heart. I let it seep in until I could feel everything. Water acts in a way that purifies you. I’m sorry for those moments. We just should have never been.