413 days…



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.