Distant cars somewhere nearby Travelling unknown places and sleeping people in their beds. Wet pillows. I think my roof is leaking. The sound of shoes on soaked dark pavement and the smell of damp clothes - wet hair. This was supposed to be our moment. And you sang. But it kept raining.
**March 25th 2014
I'm starting to think this, in fact, WAS our moment. Walking home after a pub quiz in the rain, with winter jackets in March. You fascinated me more and more.