I hope you think of me every time you feel air brush up against your skin, that moment of denial when you think I have gone, that it did not matter, because it did matter, it will always matter.
It has been
awhile since I have run in the morning rain. I had almost forgotten the feel of
the drops; the combined feel of their cold against my body heat, suspending me
mid air as I howl down the hill, soaked to my bones.
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