Dear friend,
I really hate to admit this, but in all honesty, I am truly, madly, deeply, ferociously in love with the rain. Starting off as a cohesive mass that us humans call the 'oceans', it is hoisted up into the clouds, and formed into tiny droplets. It then falls progressively from the grayest of skies, each and every drop an individual in its own special way. It is later cascaded about the world, landing practically in the same place where it started, and the cycle, in its entirety, begins again. Rain never stops. Rain never changes its mind. Rain never lets go. Most importantly, though, rain is one of the only things in this mad, mad world of ours that falls and never breaks. Maybe that's why I adore it so; it reminds me of the kinds of relationships I will never have. The kind that are everlasting and never cease; the kind in which you never grow fatigued at seeing the same person's face over and over again. Or maybe I'm just inordinately contemplating everything, as I usually do. I had told her that I would try to stop doing it, but lately, I've been having difficulty keeping my promises to her. Then again, it's not as if she ever stayed true to any of the things she told me, so why do I care anymore?
Forever and Always,
Alec
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Allure and Lust
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