They all think im over you.

They think I forgotten how much I loved you.

They say “im so proud of you for moving on.”

But I haven’t.

Not really.

I just say that I have.

I don’t want them to think any less of me for still wanting you back.

I don’t want to think less of myself.

You were the world to me.

The moon and the stars.

The sun and the soft morning rain.

But then my world fell apart.

The moon and stars got darker.

The sun was covered in dark clouds and the rain didn’t feel like home anymore.

The rain didn’t stop.

For 3 full months, I didn’t go outside and I didn’t know how to tell you how much I missed the sun.

I still haven’t.

At one point I came to terms with the rain.

I stopped waiting for it end.

I left the comfort of what I knew.

I left my home.

Im glad I did though.

The sun came out.

Sometimes the rain comes back.

But not as often.

I’m not sure if the weather changed where you are.

But im glad it did here.

Because for the time being, I don’t have to stay inside the rain.

I’ve learned to love it and cherish it.