Rain and the Memory of You

By: Anydinh

I still remember—we’ve parted ways, no longer in contact.

But every time it rains, I find myself thinking of you.

There were never beautiful memories between us,

only sadness tied to sunshine and rain.

No laughter, only tears and endless arguments.

I never once felt truly loved by you.

You were distant, brushing everything off like it didn’t matter.

You never cared to see where you went wrong.

To you, I was always the one at fault—

never right, never enough.

I just wished… just once,

that you could step into my place,

feel the pain I carried.

But it’s too late now.

Our hands have already let go.

I smile faintly,

gazing out at the falling rain,

and ask myself:

“Why was I so foolish to love you?”

Honestly, even now,

I still don’t understand why I keep loving you.

The rain is so cold tonight—

cold like my heart.

I know I still love you,

but going back…

that’s no longer an option.

I forgave you so many times,

but all I received in return

were empty waits and new wounds too deep to forgive.

And yet—how strange—

I still miss you.

I miss someone

who’s probably never remembered me.

Perhaps in your memory now,

I no longer exist—

not even as a faint shadow of the past.

I don’t blame you.

I only blame myself,

for being so foolishly unable to forget.

Every time the rain returns,

I look at it and remember you.

I recall all those sad moments,

then whisper to my heart:

“I must forget him.”

But how…?

How can I forget someone

who once meant everything to me,

someone who made my heart tremble,

whose presence could always steal my breath away?

Rain…

please stop falling.

Let me forget the memories tied to him.

Why are you so heartless—

bringing him back into my thoughts

so I’m forced to whisper again:

“I miss you—the one I once loved.”

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P.S.: The rain tonight is so heavy, I don’t know what madness came over me to write such nonsense.

Whatever—cover my ears, close my eyes, try to sleep. It’s late anyway.