Pouring. From my heart.

It has been pouring outside.

I cant say the coolness isnt pleasant.

But it makes me dreamy, thinking an awful lot about things i would be better off not thinking about.

Asking myself questions i do not have answers to.

Questions only you can answer. Or maybe not. I don't know myself.

As images and memories flit through my mind, some of it seems almost surreal.

Some makes me feel nice. Some makes me feel weird. Some makes me feel pain. And some just makes me wonder why they even happened in the first place.

I know i have asked you those questions before. I know you tried your best to explain.

Sometimes explaining isnt enough for me. Sometimes i wish things would be different.

Just a little bit different.

I know you're trying.

So am i.

I guess all that's left to do is wait.

Wait as time works it's wonders.

As love numbs all pain.

As you and i walk down the path.

Slowly. Meaningfully. Together.