Maybe one day we'll all die in love.
It just began to rain and it smells like spring. I really like rain...I don't understand why some people get really depressed by rainy weather...I guess it is dark and dreary, but that's part of what makes it so beautiful to me. Every time it's raining I always have to go for a walk...even when the sound of the raindrops hitting the ground wakes me up from sleeping I almost always will put on shoes and go outside...even if it's only for a few minutes being outside and feeling the raindrops hit my skin makes me happy. I remember going to the park behind my house in the early morning when everybody was asleep and sitting on the swings watching the sunrise or late at night to see the sunset...sometimes it would be raining all night but would stop just as the sun was beginning to come up. Those days always had the most vibrant sunrises. I miss those days and nights...sometimes they were spent with people and sometimes they weren't. I miss those people. I miss the things I used to have...and the worst part is that I know I will never have them again. It's hard to remember that for a brief time I had the only two things that I ever wanted in life, and I was happy. It was too perfect...life's not made of gold. I try to tell myself that everything happens for a reason; I really hope that's true. I guess now I'm just waiting for the reason.