413 days…
Rain.
Miserable.
I hate the rain so much.
I know you loved it, but in the absence of anything more tangible, I blame rain for your death.
…and since you died, we have had the most miserable wet weather for EVERY SINGLE school holiday.
I should be relaxing, but I am not.
I was on a high yesterday, and today I feel heavy, weighed down.
and its all because of the rain.
I hate rain.
I miss you.
I love you.
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