It’s been raining all day today.
Each drop feels like the coldness of your breath on my neck as we lay sleeping in the bed we used to share.
Today marks a big day in your personal history.
I wonder if you love me the same today as you did when you first saw me standing next to a date tree playing a game with kids from your village;
If you love me more than those days you told me I was beautiful and I felt it in the reflection of your smile on my face.
I wonder if you will love me still when the girls on the streets of your new home start to resemble me and if thoughts of me, while faraway, will interrupt your bliss or add to it.
When I think like that, I don't like the rain, I won’t like the sun either.
I don’t like any day that I can’t see what you feel.