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May 2016
I had his things packed, waiting for him to come take them, waiting for the last time I'd see him.

I looked out the window and saw that the sky had grown cloudy. Just like the day we started dating, I thought.

And then I thought the clouds were there so that we could end it the way we started it.

But, my love. I was wrong.

We cried. And cried. And decided we needed to go to the river. At least one last memory together.

I needed one more memory.

But as we drove, it started to rain. Of course. But the rain never stopped us in the beginning, why would it stop us now?

We parked. And kissed. And then hands moved to the places they tend to go, and moans escaped my trembling lips.

We walked down towards the river, rain pouring down on us.

We got high.

And that's when I realized.

I realized that the clouds didn't come to end us the way we started.

They came to give us a new start. A new beginning, a new life together.

Filled with nothing but love. And growing closer together and being happy together.

Standing under the trees trying to hide from the rain, it reminded me of the day we first started dating.

I felt the same way. The same hope, the same happiness, the same feeling.

The feeling that I was right where I needed to be.

That I was *home.
This isnt written very well. I just needed to write this out. This memory, this feeling.
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