She stood in the rain, not really sure how she got there, and not really caring either.  She let the rain fall from her eyelashes down to her cheeks, mixing with the hot salty tears that she couldn’t seem to stop.  She kept thinking that if she could just breathe it would hurt a little less, but that didn’t seem to work.  So she just stood there in the rain, gasping for breath, holding on for dear life.

She didn’t always love him that much.  In fact, she couldn’t remember once loving him so much when they were together.  But you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone, right?  It’d hit her one day like a thunderbolt, after months had passed with them being apart.  She loved him.  It was that simple.  But by that time he was gone.  He’d cared for her, he’d put himself out there, but she’d pushed his hand away when he reached out for her.  She had been scared and held herself back, and soon there was nothing for her to hold herself back from.  When she finally realized it was him that she wanted, him that she needed, he wasn’t there anymore.

She looks at him now with a sense of longing that she knows she’ll never satisfy.  Her heart beats with a love that’s bittersweet.  She thinks about what could have been, what she let slip away and it hurts her to her very core.  She wishes on a hundred thousand stars that’d he’d offer her his heart again because she would grab it and never let go.  He doesn’t know any of this, but she knows that even if he did it wouldn’t change anything.  She’d still be the one standing in the rain all by herself.

She’s standing there now, in the rain.  But the rain is stopping now.  And with the emergence of the sun comes a tiny ray of hope that one day it won’t hurt so much.