Say What?

One day left

It’s raining and thundering pretty hard outside.  Should I be on my computer?  Probably not.  But I’m already done packing, so I have nothing else to do.

The rain always reminds me of her.  One time, we went to Dove Park at night and sat in one of the dugouts and talked for a while.  At one point in our conversation, I mentioned how much I love rain, and thatI’d love some day to forget everything else and go running in the rain.  She agreed.  And just then, the sprinkler system came on.

So naturally, we laughed together and took that opportunity to run through the spray for a while.

When it pours down rain like this, I remember that night.  And I remember walking back to my car, wet hand in wet hand.  I remember her smile.  And the wet kiss and the soppy hug.

When I think about my relationship and it’s future, I never think about the stupid arguments we have, or the things we do that annoy each other.  I think about wet handholding, and Alice in Wonderland, and walking through Japanese gardens and naming the animals, and waking up in the morning with a sore butt (just… don’t ask, okay?  It’s not what you think).

I’ve noticed that people tend to reflect on the bad when they’re in a relationship, and then when it’s over they can’t stop remembering the good times.  Why?  That’s never made much sense to me.  It still doesn’t.

I suppose I should go put a load in the dryer.  While I’m there, maybe I’ll open the garage door and stare at the rain for a while.  Yea… I think I’ll do that.