I stood with you in the pouring rain
I knew I could be inside and dry, but that is what happens when you love someone your own happiness it don’t mean a thing or as much without theirs.
I try to be that sunny day for you, but I often found myself Braving the thunderstorms for you.
I would hold your hand in the rain.
I stood by you, struggled with you, even built you up.
I have a hard time talking honestly because it hurts when I have to remember and I never want to feel that again.
so if I lose control, just know that I am not weak.
Just because I lost my temper does not make me hysterical.
You only seen me disappear because it was noticeable, because my usual presence was no longer available .














