The tears that never dried

For some reason whenever it starts to rain I always think of you. I remembered how I used to tell you how I love the rain because it's so peaceful and unpolluted. No matter how much this world is covered with ugliness, for that very briefed moment all of it is washed away. Then you leaned against my shoulders, caressing under my shirt to find that spot that you feel most comfortable laying down on. You would whisper to me that you enjoy the simplicity of life...

I will never forget those warm tears that flown down your soft cheeks. How I would wipe it away and tell you that everything is alright. We would then hold each other as if time stopped and we were intertwined in an endless flow of life and serenity.

Like beauty, ours blossomed and faded away too soon. The feelings and faith that I once held wilted away along with everything we once had. The remains of what I am today is soulless. I do not find joy in the company of others. Love no longer excites me. When you left, something detached from within me. Time after time, a faint memory of you haunts me and drains all my hope and aspiration away.

I yearn for you, but I don't feel content giving in. The reciprocal trust that we instilled upon one another is no longer binding. Our love is tainted with misunderstandings that are far beyond ourselves. You painted both the happiest and saddest memories in my life. Every tune I listened to these days gives me an acute nostalgia for our adventures.

The light that once shined brightly upon us is now weak. I prayed for so long for it to stay alive. The light that was laying down a path that I was so sure to follow is now dying; without it I'm blind. But, I'm holding onto those dreams that we once shared as support.

Every time you cry, I would do anything to make you smile. If leaving me would stop your tears from flowing, I would willingly step down and leave in peace. Although I'm sitting here without you, I'm glad I was able to wipe away those last tears that you cried for me.