It's been raining for over an hour now. The lightening is so potent and bright that I cringe in fear of it cracking my skull when it strikes.
Drops are hitting the top of this tin roof, and the sound breaks through my room with such a gust that it drowns out the music of it's thunder.
I'm caught up thinking about you again, like that's any surprise to me or my wretched head.
I paint sweet moments in my mind of how we could have been.
I imagine the day you'd meet my father, shake hands with my uncle, compliment my grandmother on the Sunday roast.
It frightens me that I can see you in my future; buying our groceries, washing our clothes, changing our lightbulb.
The heart grows fonder when in a state of longing, that much I know is true, and there isn't a doubt in my mind that my every bone longs for you.