Alone At Last

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Rain had the most calming effect on me ever.

I remembered the first fight I ever had with my first girlfriend when I thought the world was surely going to end because of it, and it was raining.

Cliché? Perhaps, but life sometimes is. I can't help it. No one can.

It was raining. I had stayed at her place: crap Freshmen dorm room with crap air mattress on the floor and crap roommates. Nothing interesting, except for the lava lamps. She had a total of ten.

She loved those lousy things.

The fight was partly my fault. I was a complete idiot back then, probably still.

I don't remember the fight, but I remember it was my fault. Per usual.

And it was raining. I left, shirt and shoes in hand. It was the ultimate walk of shame home. Of course, I only lived across the road and across campus, but the fact that it was raining made my situation that much worse.

So I thought.

But, it was then, at that moment, that I realized how silly it was to think of rain in such a way.

Rain was a blessing.

It washed away my ugly snot tears. Cooled my heated anger. It soothed me to the core.

We broke up less than a month after that day. Our relationship lasted for a grand total of two and a half months.

That was relationship number one.