random rainy nights and smashing pumpkins

my head was buzzing with that bloc party song which i've been listening to over a gazillion times for the past two days.

and in contradiction to the night before, where i silently fumed over getting drenched from head to toe in the heavy rain, with my chuck taylors wet and sloshed in mud - i welcomed the heavy droplets which fell hard across the windowpanes as we sat in his car. it was almost too perfect - the cool breeze of the wee hours of the morning, and that toasty warmth of his hand in mine.

it's been so long overdue. and although i broke my own little set of rules of whom i'd choose to be with, he makes it up every other way imaginable. he makes me remember what it feels like to be with someone who thinks of you as much as you think of them. he is that tiny splinter of hope that maybe, there is still room for loving and being loved in this world.

and for that, 21st of march will forever be my day of happy thoughts, and beautiful, beautiful rain.