Letters to My Love

why do i like the rain?

To my love,
Today, 1/23/20, I couldn't stop thinking of you. I got to see you so much, and we got to have some time together, unrushed and, amazing. When I close my eyes, I see your smile, I see you. I sent you a song a little while back that makes me think of you, and I'm not exactly sure why. But, I was listening to it, and closed my eyes. I remembered all the precious moments we've had. I played over things like, when we met, when we were just starting out and I was just coming inside and you saw me and ran over and we hugged (you still had a boot on so I was concerned but happy to see you) I though of the silliest of things, everything. You just, you're so, lovely? No, god, what could truly describe you? You're the scent of rain, or the scent of walking at night to a forest during a rain shower, or like the moment you're looking up to feel the rain on your face. That's how to describe you in short. I've come to realize, I'm completely smitten by you. It might sound odd, but I feel like I've been closer to the kid I once was when I'm with you. Maybe, sure, I can be too much, and, I'm trying hard to work on that, but, I just, I'm alive, I'm real with you. I want to do things with you, things I wanted to do with someone if I truly fell in love, like go down to Cali, show you my favorite beach during November so we can pick out gemstones and join some family for Thanksgiving or just a large dinner. I want to take the hike down the cliff to wander the beach with you, and share my favourite place in the world. I want to go to Edmonds with you, and go to the beach I'd always walk to when my mom worked up there, and find that ledge. I want to sit there and play my ukulele for you, with you. I want to quietly sing you all my favorite songs on the uke. I want us to watch the sunset, our feet dangling over the ledge as the sky explodes with colours. I want to take you places, places I love, that are my past, and share myself with you. I want to go to your favorite places, listen to you tell me about everything and yet nothing. I want to go get dairy-free ice cream, or normal ice cream if we're feeling extra risky, and wander the streets, looking at small shops. I want to make the story of us, the good, the bad, and the beautiful. I want to take you out in the middle of the night, drive to nowhere, and watch the stars with you. I want to do all these things, but I can only imagine doing them with you. I want to show you these places, and watch you, watch your smile, watch your reactions, see what you think of the millions of stories each place could give. I want to actually finish a full album (record and everything) that's made just for you. I love you like how I love the rain. You're everything I could've ever wanted (seriously, I had a list and without noticing, somehow you fit everything there) and, I can't get you off my mind. I want to keep, us, this beautiful thing we have going. I want to one day create a collection of us, stories, pictures, memories, and have that live on forever. I want to know what you want, to go with you, grow with you. You said you couldn't imagine life without me, and I can't imagine life without you. Everywhere I look, I see you, I look to the future and find myself hoping it's with you. I've never known this, feeling. And I don't want it to end. You're the rain, and I'm the pavement, and when we're together, it creates something beautiful that maybe not everyone can appreciate, but the few who do, get to know it too.
sincerely~
me