Rainclouds.

This sucks big time.

Everywhere I turn, I see us, us, us.

Holding hands, leaning on each other, making faces to traumatize babies nearby.

Talking to your friends late into the night, stumbling around in somewhat drunken stupor.

Looking out and hoping to get a glimpse of each other.

I don't know if I want to take pictures of each space, document it and jot down the memories. I don't know if it will make things easier mentally and emotionally.

All of my favourite to-dos, the ways I live my life, are all tinted by memories of us together. I try not to say tainted although I feel that way now, but tinted as proof of our love.

Softly, silently, slowly, I will try to smile at these moments, relishing and cherishing it in the recesses of my mind.

I won't let my home become an unhappy place because of what we lost, and I won't let what I lost define me. Even the skies I looked at, with thoughts of you in my head, remind me of us.

How can I continue to live under the same sky anymore?

Sucks not being able to do anything about this now but wait, wait, wait it out. And somehow hope that I meet someone new who shines brighter than you, blinds me more than you, so that you will become a distant memory and pale in comparison to my present. Because the future we could have been is out of my reach, has been stolen when I was so ready and anticipating, from right under my nose.

Your loss or my loss, it's hard to say but only the future will tell.

I hope you meet a person whom you can love, and return that love, at the right time, because karma is a bitch but yet no one deserves to have heartbreak this way.