I realized I spent the whole day talking about you.
Maybe it’s the rain.
If my memory isn’t failing me, I dreamt of you last night—skinny jeans, white shoes, and a red top. That combination looked perfect on you. No, nothing happened. It was just you, standing there, and me, quietly taking in your beauty.
This morning, I brushed it off as just a passing scene.
But by afternoon, the memories came rushing in, overwhelming me.
Maybe it’s the rain.
If my memory isn’t failing me, I dreamt of you last night—skinny jeans, white shoes, and a red top. That combination looked perfect on you. No, nothing happened. It was just you, standing there, and me, quietly taking in your beauty.
This morning, I brushed it off as just a passing scene.
But by afternoon, the memories came rushing in, overwhelming me.
Someone called me by your name. Was fun.
Like the rain falling now, I know this will pass.
Like the rain falling now, I know this will pass.
I'm ok. It is just saudade.