sickenkitten

"It always rains when he comes around."

"He comes with the rain. That's how it always is. It's almost as if the sky cries when he's around."

Four years ago, I met a guy, whom I feel completely for. I stalked him and freaked him out, because I was a little girl, who didn't know how to handle little boys. Of course, the guy was probably annoyed with my stares and fatal attempts at trying to get affection from him. He moved away to Michigan to escape the Summer heat and me, I'm guessing.

"He just never liked me and I couldn't understand why."

I remember when he was here four years ago, it rained all the time. I even got caught in a real bad storm on my bike, coming from his house. The streets were completely flooded. I couldn't see anything and I got lost. I actually ventured out onto the main road, unknowingly, and almost got hit by two cars. Well, I seen him again for the first time in those four years, a few days ago. He looks different, older. I had to check his shoes to confirm his identity. They were skater shoes. Yep.

I was just walking by as he dragged a dog, on leash, into a local grooming place. He looked for a moment, turned away, and disappeared in the door. I don't know if he knew who I was, but I dismissed the idea of following him in there, and saying, "Hi! It's been a long time since I've seen you. How have you been?"

Well...it's been very dry for being Spring now. Until that day I seen him again. Now all the sky does is piss all over my lovely existance and you'll still find me walking around in it, because the rain won't stop me from doing anything. I went to the store a few days ago, in the pouring rain. It doesn't bother me. He bothers me. Him being here bothers me. The memory of him bothers me. ...and I know, he's somewhere around here, listening to the same rain storm.

"The raindrops may touch him, but I'll never have that opportunity."