It's raining again.

It's a cold, dreary day.

I love it.

I hope you'll come play.

 

I put on my rain boots.

I head outside.

It's just not the same.

I sit and cry.

 

I'm not sure if the puddle is made of the rain or my tears.

I'm missing the days when you'd call me "dear."

 

I miss our long kisses in the rain.

I miss the screaming and splashing.

I miss the joy I couldn't contain.

I miss the love we were unlashing.

 

I miss my best friend.

I miss him a lot.

 

I'm sorry it had to be this way.

I'm sorry our romance came to an end. 

I'm sorry I'll never stop loving my best friend.