I walk through our memories as I watch you walk away, standing in the rain. The way you smiled the first time I asked you if you watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S, the way we forgot everything and laughed when we sat together, the way your lips felt against mine, the way your hand always found mine and the way you just told me ‘I'm sorry I don't love you anymore’.
I am drenched now and you are gone but I can't help but stand there waiting. Waiting for a maybe... maybe you'll come and sweep me off my feet, kiss me and tell me it was all a joke or... or maybe you'll tell me it was dare so I stand and I stand but you don't come. I finally give up but do not move...
...because it's easier to let your tears flow with the rain than trying to stop them in front of others.