𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭

 As it rains outside, my skin begins to crawl from the chillness that lays in the air. I would be lying if I said I did not enjoy the little tingles down my spine as the room temperature drops and how, as I lay in bed, my warm blankets offer me a welcoming, loving hug of warmth beneath them.  The sky is crying today again and I am sensing it's sadness is deep and desperate for the things that it can no longer have. 'I can relate', I tell myself in a soft whisper as I watch through the window the cold rain expressing it's pain profoundly. This kind of weather relaxes me and it makes my mind begin to wonder, a lot. It does something to me that no other would, my soul finds the pain all too familiar and so I start to bleed a little remembering you.  The hardest part of this is that you're gone and I am never going to see you again.. I hold dearly to our old conversations, but the paper is starting to wrinkle and crumble into pieces. I suppose no matter how much I try, ...