• The rain is a strange thing. It's so beautiful yet it can cause so much harm to the world. When it rains, it's like heaven is crying...

    It's been a month to this day. He's gone. He said he would come back. But I doubt that. He's changed, everything has changed. When we first started being together, he treated me like I was his world. Like nothing else seemed mattered as long as we were together. But now, he's just cold. Cold words, cold outlook on our relationship. He's gone away, with her. She's always hated me because she would never be with him and I am. She's called me everything wrong and sick known to man kind. I spend endless nights crying because he's gone with her and I am left behind. I know he still love's me in his own little way. But something has changed him. It makes me sick to my stomach to think that he will never be like the way he used to. My phone buzzes. It him.
    "Hello," I answer
    "Hi, it's me."
    "I know."
    "How have you been?"
    "How do you think?!"
    "Look this is obviously a bad time for you, I might just go.."
    "No! Don't go.."
    I hear her voice in the background. She wants him to go swimming with her. Something about, she doesn't want to go swimming alone cause she's scared of the drunk men downstairs. Hmm yeah that would be right...
    "When are you coming home?" Tears now filling my eye's.
    "Err tomorrow I think, look I gotta go, I'm going out."
    "No, just swimming.." I mumble
    "What?"
    "Nothing" I reply, "Guess I'll see you tomorrow then.."
    "Yeah ok, well bye.."
    The phone line goes dead.
    I love you, I whisper. Crying again, because he doesn't know how to love me anymore.

    There's no difference between tear drops and the rain...