The Blue Lagoon: One Direction Edition

It was never actually sunny in Michigan. Of course, she had her days, sometimes shining great beautiful sun rays on us. But most of the time, her citizens were stuck with the gloom and doom of puddles and cloudy weather forecasts, broadcasted by the local weather station. Though no matter how much you try to hate her, you always come back after spring break from your grandparent’s Florida condo, glad the wet sidewalk and dewy car windows are yours.
I’ve always had a hate-love relationship with her, myself, but now I’m entirely sure I’ll never complain about rainy days or broken umbrellas or potholes in the street. I miss her so much. I don’t know how to survive this, and he’s not making it any easier.
They’re alike in a lot of ways. I never noticed how much I loved them until the tables turned. I feel like this new perspective on things will be both the beginning and end of me, and it scares me to death.
I need off this island.