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Rainy Days

It’s raining again today. And just like so many times before, you came to mind.
There’s this one memory that always returns when it rains—the one where you sent me a video from your place. I couldn’t even see the rain clearly, but I could hear it… and your voice in the background. I remember how much you said you loved the rain.

Funny how I used to hate it. I really did.

But because of you, I started to love it in small ways. Like how it waters the plants for me, saving me the effort of lugging a heavy pail since our hose doesn’t quite reach everything. Rain makes things a little easier, a little softer.

But it’s not just the plants I think about.

The rain brings back all sorts of memories—some sweet, some a bit wild (I’ll keep that one to myself). Still, they all point back to a time I miss. I hope you’re doing well, wherever you are. As for me? I’m still finding my way. Still not quite okay.

I sent you an email recently, hoping you’d see it. I don’t know if you will. It’s the only thing I could hold onto—your email address still stuck in my memory. I deleted Dark Wars, disabled Discord, and I couldn’t find you on Telegram anymore.

But the rain? It finds me every time.

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