Well, that cold February evening, a notification came from her... After a while. A message with a simple apology...
I was ready to walk a million miles, barefoot over burning sands, just to brush my fingertips against the curve of that miraculous mark on your cheek, a mark that held my world, my entire existence, within its soft embrace. I would've crossed the Sahara, with nothing but the thought of your smile to guide me, just to witness it light up the sky once more. I loved you more than the very breath in my lungs, more than the blood in my veins, and in the end, it was me who lost it all. I lost you, and somewhere along the way, I lost myself. Now, in the lonely silence of my nights, you come to me. In some dreams, you're laughing, your joy so bright it almost blinds me, and in others, your eyes are filled with tears, and I wake, shattered, crying the tears I never had the courage to show you.
Since February, I've been bleeding inside, my heart cut open, and no one knows. February, that heartless thief, snatched everything from me. I hate February. It took you, and in doing so, it took me too. If I could, I would tear the earth apart, move mountains, split oceans, anything-just to bring you back to me, back to where you belong-against my chest, to the home you never knew you had in my broken heart.
One day, I will write a book about you, and one day, you will read it. Every word, every tear-stained page, will tell the story of what we could have been. We were just a foot away, just a breath apart, when life decided to rip us from each other. Life smirked at me when I cried tears of joy, whispering, Keep those tears, son. You'll need them when the storm hits. And the storm came. The rain hasn't stopped since that day, hasn't stopped soaking through my bones.
Where did you go, my love? My fluffy, my everything, where did you disappear to? I was frozen, hollowed out when you left. It wasn't just rain falling that day; it was the rain-the rain that swallowed me whole, the rain that has been falling in my soul ever since February. They told me you didn't love me, but I refuse to believe them. No soul would shed so many tears for someone they didn't love. You loved me. I know it. But in the end, maybe you didn't love yourself enough to believe it.
Forgive me, I'm sorry. I couldn't save you, couldn't save us. The rain has been falling ever since, and no one sees it but me.
11 - "I'll never forget the way you smiled, how it felt like home. Now, all I have is the rain, endlessly falling, just like you."
...from your genuine hippo.
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Rainy February
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