When the moon fell in love with the sun All was golden in the sky

Well, I still find myself missing him, but...

I guess being apart from him is like being apart from my best friend- he fills a part of me that nothing else does. But, its more than that.

Does anyone else find the smell of how it smells after it has rained amazing, refreshing, and endearing? That the air feels lighter, like it has just cleaned your soul?

And how the build-up to the thunderstorm that gives all the rain is one big, unbearable build-up, with a ton of pressure, where the humidity is so high that you cannot breathe?

That's him.

and what's more, that's how the boy smells, too.

Somedays, my soul cries out for rain, even when I know it will make other things horrid. A thunderstorm at night cures all ails.

And sometimes, when it occurs, I feel like he's next to me- a peculiar feeling, to be sure.

But, then again, everything feels better, and, just for a little bit, everything is right with the world.