It might have been only in her dreams that such a place existed. The darkness and the light entwined to form a perfect combination of a lingering past. Sitting still in the silence with the muffled sounds of a ticking clock and the running water of a distant tap, images come alive before her eyes as if she had just lived them yesterday.
Remember the sharp sting of the cold as we got out of the car. Puddles of water lay before our eyes as the freezing rain fell still at our feet. But we chose not to care about how soaked through we were going to get or how we would look like drowned rats by the time we got back, you ran and jumped in a pool of mud and water, and we laughed like this was a daily occurrence. It was a rain party as you called it, in the freezing November air.
Remember the trips we took with no ending destination, you told me about your hopes and dreams and fears and we pondered the questions and the what ifs on those endless nights. I can still hear our voices blending together as we sang at the top of our lungs to all the songs we loved, and let the overwhelming feeling of what it means to feel alive overtake us.
But what I remember the most she said, was the spontaneity and the intuition we shared. People called us crazy, and rolled their eyes, but what do they know?
A piece of my heart will always belong to you, my home away from home, love you till the end.