It’s been a while, eh? What’s a while though? I see you every few days, but only taste you every other week or so. That’s not too bad, right? That’s a lie though, we both know that.
Remember that first time? The rain, thunder, wind, and storm? It was destiny. Maybe destiny is a bit dramatic; a beautiful series of fortunate events? It was something special, that I know we can both agree on.
You tasted fresh, new, alive. I can try and describe in detail what it felt like, but really, I rather not. It was our night after all. That was a good night, wasn’t it? People passed by us and looked in bewilderment, but heh, they didn’t know. How could they? It was our little secret.
Remember the sky after the storm passed? I don’t, I remember you. It rained again, I remember that. We were both on the rooftop of the parking lot, staring at the stars. Minutes later we were both lying on the concrete floor, bruised up with scars.
It’s a shame you died; the rain never stopped.