I’m sitting in my chair with no lights on. The sliding door is ajar letting the cool air in to chill my finger tips which makes writing this all the more slow. The rain is falling quickly and heavy, filling the air with its gentle yet overwhelming song. Dark clouds have all but obscured the sun and I remember days like this at yours. We never opened the curtains, we always kept the light out. We layed there intertwined in comfortable silence. I remember feeling your chest rise and fall under my head, and your heart beating softly in my ear. I fit perfectly in the crook of your arm like the last puzzle piece and as I exhaled you would wrap me up tight as if you were never wanting to let go. It’s always better not to think about, but sometimes I just can’t help myself.

Thunder crashes and lightening follows a close second, it’s exactly like the first time when I could still smell your skin…