You know I used to love rain.

The soft kisses it laid against my skin - so tender and cold, yet they left a warm feeling inside of me - I loved it. It somehow reminded me of you.

I wonder why. How would I ever know how your kisses felt? I never had the courage to even talk to you after all.

My friends said you had a very girly voice. That you never looked someone in the eye.

They said you were weird.

I thought you were just afraid.