It’s rainy days like these that; make me wish we were lying, bodies embraced, listening to the sounds of raindrops that never miss their mark. Warm inside, with the world as our shadow. Time always stood still, looking into your eyes. I find grace there and your growing love peering back. I used to think there wasn’t a light, at the end of the tunnel, until I found you. What bitter irony leads us to fall, at the most inappropriate time. If fate has lead us here now, it must have more in store for us. Perhaps, this the test of our love. Will it hold bounds, or is it boundless, as we’ve been shown thus far?