posted to drafts folder march 1, 2014
the sound of the driving rain against my office window reminded me of the way the water hits the shower door. As if begging for our attention as you kiss me, leaving me breathless and thirsting for more.
it’s hard to believe that it’s been so long since we’ve been together in those moments before we part yet again. I realize that last year, was a unique year for the two of us with travel schedules that synched up more often than not. this year, well now this year is different for an entirely different reason. isn’t it?
and yet, it doesn’t make me miss you any less. it doesn’t make me not long for the sound of the water…no. if anything the longing permeates throughout my being
is me is really me 
This hits so close to home, more than you’ll ever know. I told my AP how much I loved the sound of rain. And one of our first big talks that propelled our relationship through a sticky part occurred in the middle of a rainstorm. Reading this just brings it all back…so so much. And now I miss him. Terribly so….fuck, it’s one of those nights.