Let the Rain Fall Down

6.46am.

It’s raining out there, and I’m crying inside. All the way, from his place to to my house.

I just gave his jacket back to him. A piece of him that I have cuddled and sleep with the past two months. A piece where I can smell him and feel him around whenever I miss him so.

It’s gone now. I have nothing of him with me now.

It’s amazing how I manage to drive home, given that my mind is not on the road, my eyes blurred with tears. Though I have taken the same route each time, it feels awfully long and far this time.

Going back to bed with his scent still on me.

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因为，想他。

原来黑咖啡很好喝。

外面，还在下雨。

So is my tears.

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11.40pm.

The 4th time I’m crying today.

What is the most painful thing to do? Just so I can distract myself.

“The worst pain is to be in pain and realise you are still alive.”