Lovesick

08 | aeipathy

08

aeipathy

an enduring and consuming passion

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I woke up to the sound of the pitter patter of the rain on the pavement.

It was six in the evening. Nevertheless the time, I stood. I looked for signs of opacity and light, but it was starting to get dark.

Truth be told, the rain was nowhere near stopping. It was the kind of rain that would suffice and was going a bit haywire, it's drops becoming more heavy and thick.

Looking at it was a bit excruciating—a metaphorically stab of a knife in the chest. It brought out a sadness in me that was anew and strange and it felt like it the butterflies in my body were starting to rot, starting to become distant.

It was like my heart was crying.

Never knew skies did too.