Irony of the beautiful rains!

I needed him to talk to me about love tonight. Hey... I don't always demand it but actually... It's raining here. And I miss the love. Ofcourse I hate to have feelings and the 'love' thing over it. But I believe in them equally. That's the only irony of my life. The reason I say I love the rains as equally as I hate them is because they tell me how someone can meet you for the first time in the rain and no one else would take their place now that they're gone. Gone to the places they wouldn't come back from. You miss them now. But then, why do you miss them still? Don't you have someone else already now? Oh... Yes, I've someone. The one whom I texted that it's raining and that I miss him and a lot more. He was being so sweet to reply immediately— with the blue ticks.

There's something about this rain and it is that it will always remind you of the love. The past one because the memories never get faded away, instead get clearer. Rains are beautiful but... Life's rude.

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