There was a time in my life when the air was always cold, the sky was always monotone, and the sun always hid within the clouds. It always looked like it was going to start raining, but it never did. It was like the rain was always sitting on the edge, waiting for something to knock it over.
Today the weather was the same, as it had been for a large portion of my life. Sometimes I think the my well-being and emotions are connected to the weather, almost as a physical representation of my state of mind. I was walking down the sidewalk in front of my childhood home and memories of high school had come flooding back. The first day of high school, that was a hectic morning. Meeting him for the first time, that first kiss we shared. It wasn't just any first kiss either; it was the kind that made my knees shake and shot an impulse of joy through me, like a drug. Then my mind dragged me back to that place. My first break up with my first love. I had never understood why we broke up, we were in love, we were happy, well at least I was happy. I guess love was just temporary though.
I shook my head to remove the thoughts and kept walking. My feet kept moving forward but my mind once again pulled me back to my thoughts. As I rolled the memories around in my head I realized why we had ended it. Our love had seemed so beautiful on paper but the deeper I swam the more I realized how it wasn't beautiful at all. I realized I had been walking the whole time. I peeked out from under my hood, bringing my eyes to the sky.
As I looked up at the clouds it hit me. A drop of water. Rain? I thought to myself. It can't be, it hasn't rained in years. Then it occurred to me, it wasn't raining. I was crying. No, I wasn't crying. I was sobbing. The one who had my heart in his hands clenched his fist around it so hard, I suffocated.
I bring my head back down and look ahead but I get violently thrown to the ground instead. I felt a firm grip on either side of me and my body was being lifted. My feet were back under me and I ripped my hood off of my head to start scolding whoever had ran me over. My throat went dry and my voice went hoarse as my eyes connected with the figure standing in front of me.
He was glowing and I looked back up to see that the clouds had parted and the sun had come out of hiding. The brisk wind had turned into a cool breeze and the sky had become an extravagant blue. The tears on my cheeks were being wiped away by a hand that wasn't mine; I was still standing in shock, frozen in place. My legs had become cinder blocks and my feet were glued to the ground.
"Hi." The boy in front of me said.
His voice was the same as it was back in high school. His facial features had matured but he looked almost identical to 5 years ago.
"Hi." I managed to let out.
He was quiet for a moment and then told me that he came for the memories. I told him that I had done the same. As we turned to look at his childhood home our hands brushed by each other and we locked eyes. The happiest of memories came rushing back into my head and it must've happened to him too.
"Why did we end?" He asked me.
I just shrugged and let out a small laugh.
The sun was at its brightest now and there were no more clouds in the sky. We both turned to look back at the house, just watching it. My hand became engulfed in warmth, I looked down and saw his around mine. We continued to watch the house for a while, standing in each other's company.
