I never knew love until I knew heartbreak. Love was agony. More than the throbbing pain in my head, more than knowing that I would never fit in, never be free. For once you have known love, you have known true loss when it goes away. When you realise that love was what you had to fight for and without it you are less than what you were before. I’m empty and betrayed.
How I loved to watch the sky let the rain fall and drip delicately against my window. I longed to be like those tiny droplets- free and unpredictable. The weatherman hardly ever got the weather right and I longed to be the unexpected storm- powerful and beautiful in its surprise.