I really miss Rain!
It's like I have known Rain forever and I never valued it until I couldn't have her anymore.
I am at a very sensitive stage where although my productivity has increased, one small observation of rain and I can't think anymore.
Rain always told me that it never lies and it will never lie. Rain lied to me. I found out. Rain likes the sun. Rain was telling me jokes. When I asked who told rain those jokes, rain told me it written on the rock. But, I found that the jokes were written with leaves in the park and when I went to the park and saw the jokes written with those leaves, I didn't know what to do. Should I ask rain? Should I talk to rain?
Numerous times I tried writing a letter to rain but could never send it.
Even when the shortest message to rain comes back as an even shorter response and that too late, it bothers me. I can't concentrate and I tend to do something. I get these attacks but I am in control as well. Nothing is happening to me. I hope.
I want rain in my life. I can't see the park or the leaves with rain. I want me to be with rain.
Rain is a very good person and probably the best I have ever seen or met but when rain talks about how beautiful the swings and the slides of the park are, it hurt me and it kills me inside. But I never show it no matter how affected I am. When rain told me about the slides and the swings, it created chaos within me and then rain later told me those jokes.
But when I fought that the jokes originated from the park, it broke me again. Rain can never lie. It cannot happen. It just cannot happen.
It's like I have known Rain forever and I never valued it until I couldn't have her anymore.
I am at a very sensitive stage where although my productivity has increased, one small observation of rain and I can't think anymore.
Rain always told me that it never lies and it will never lie. Rain lied to me. I found out. Rain likes the sun. Rain was telling me jokes. When I asked who told rain those jokes, rain told me it written on the rock. But, I found that the jokes were written with leaves in the park and when I went to the park and saw the jokes written with those leaves, I didn't know what to do. Should I ask rain? Should I talk to rain?
Numerous times I tried writing a letter to rain but could never send it.
Even when the shortest message to rain comes back as an even shorter response and that too late, it bothers me. I can't concentrate and I tend to do something. I get these attacks but I am in control as well. Nothing is happening to me. I hope.
I want rain in my life. I can't see the park or the leaves with rain. I want me to be with rain.
Rain is a very good person and probably the best I have ever seen or met but when rain talks about how beautiful the swings and the slides of the park are, it hurt me and it kills me inside. But I never show it no matter how affected I am. When rain told me about the slides and the swings, it created chaos within me and then rain later told me those jokes.
But when I fought that the jokes originated from the park, it broke me again. Rain can never lie. It cannot happen. It just cannot happen.
