When I saw you I saw storm clouds. Thunder and lighting destroyed who I thought I was and you, when you touched me, it was like rain drops. You overwhelmed my senses, but you only came to me in fragments. I never possessed all of you at once, but you always possessed me, always. I was drenched in you but like a storm you left. But the thing about storms, whether you like it or not, they always seem to come back.
