Like the torn-at- the- edges love letter with the fragrance of a dried lavender. There is an umbrella in my bag but I do not want to use it. I want to feel the rain on my face and I want to let it wash away your smell. I want to stay numb for a while as the pouring rains struggle to remind me a night, long forgotten. Forgotten? I want my hair, that is soaked and sticking to my face to retell the story of when, you untangled them with your loving fingers. I want to wash it all away and be numb. I want to feel how it feels like to be able to remember all the details that hurt so much and yet make me smile. I want to be able to breathe and yet, not see the daylight.
