27.8.08

R is for rain.

It always rained when we met, tears of both joy and sorrow from an empathetic sky. I loved how you loved this rain, but loved more that you thought these perfectly romantic moments were ruined by imperfections of your own. One day you’ll know, as I know, that these precise imperfections are what made you precisely perfect.

4 comments:

  1. Heather Anne HoganAugust 27, 2008 at 9:52 AM

    This is my favorite so far.

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  2. eclecticAugust 27, 2008 at 9:56 AM

    Underneath that cold black heart of yours is the tender-est, sweet-est romanticky-est soul in the world.

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  3. mattAugust 28, 2008 at 5:12 PM

    I concur. On both counts.

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  4. katSeptember 2, 2008 at 12:19 PM

    h!a! - thanks, friend.

    shari - i am a damn fool. don't let anybody tell you different.

    matt - i thank you too.

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