rainy days

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it's been raining all day and i can't help but feel sad 

i used to love rainy days

i would spend them cuddled under my favorite quilt reading my favorite book with a mug of my mother's raspberry tea

but when i found you that changed

along with everything else in my life

you would pick me up in the crappy car your father had gifted you for your sixteenth birthday. it was falling apart but you still loved it

you always had loved broken things

maybe that's why you loved me

anyways, we wouldn't go anywhere really. we would just drive

i would sit in the passenger seat and watch as the droplets of water raced down the window; only to be terminated once they reached the finish line

that was the day that old thing finally bit the dust

we were passing that frozen yogurt shop (you know the one that had closed a year before because someone found out they had mice?) and it just stopped

no forewarning

not one final sputter

the the ol' thing just gave up

we tried calling for help but i'd forgotten my phone and your dad wasn't answering

i was upset. cowering in my seat even though i had nothing to be scared of

after all, you were with me

that was when you said my name, your eyes lighting up

you jumped out of the car and, despite my protests, yanked me out with you

i stomped my foot and called you every name i could think of, but you wouldn't let me go until i promised to dance with you

you were always a little cheesy like that

it was a warm day and the rain felt good so i agreed

we spent who knows how long out there dancing to the music simply in our minds

gamboling through the puddles

exchanging hurried wet kisses

we must've looked crazy

when we got back in the car you realized that your father had already returned your call

he picked us up shortly thereafter, only making one comment about our soaked selves

we left your car there as it was worth nothing and we all knew it was gone for good

you told me you were fine with it, but i know it made you sad

and i can't help but feel like that ol' car

you left me

not dead, but broken

still broken

i thought you loved broken things

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