Kiss the Rain.

I don't know what it was, maybe a dream, a reality altered to a moment of happiness? Maybe it was just a good dream.

"Hello, do you miss me? I hear you say you do, but not the way i am missing you. Whats new?"
She didn't remember this line. The friend sang it. The friend missed her.
It was like returning home, after years of fighting in the war.
She wished she could remember this line. She spent the whole night, listening to the song, so that she never forgets this line. Never.
Comfort, in their perfect silence. Eyes' closed, back rested, hearing the other's breath; its a boon. To know the other is okay.
She misses you,too. In fact, she loves you too.
She hopes it rains.
So she could hold the friend's hand. Peace would overwhelm her mind, that's at constant war. Decimated parts of her heart would heal.

They sang together, like they used to. Although, the other would lag behind cause of the 2 second delay of the cables. Like two birds chirping early in the morning, on a spring morning. Both calm, hopeful. But most importantly, Loved.

Thank you. It was amazing.
*kiss the Rain.*

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