You may have heard me saying many times, rain reminds me you. The gentle breeze, the drizzle that caress you while you walk, the bright green, stark nature all remind me of you. But you know what? It is not true.
The fact is, I don’t remember you. I remember the way I was when I was with you. The carefree smile, that almost a trot-like walk. Dreamy eyes. And yes, the dreams. The rain reminds me of all those. I don’t really remember you. I remember me.