The rain
It truly gets better.
I had an exam today- it went well.
I arrived late and had to sit next to you, while they handed us the tests you wanted to chitchat, don't really know why.
After class, I went home and tried to study for tomorrow. Instead, I ended up scrolling through our old conversations. They just remind me of how much I miss you.
It will never be the same, and I don't want it to be.
But I miss making you laugh, and talk about boring and random things.
I miss just talking to you, I was the one who left, but you weren't fair.
I'm better now, but I miss the freaking rain.
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