"i haven't called in a week or so. i was hoping that if i left you alone long enough, you'd call me back.
but i miss you most on nights like this, when the rain is pouring and the streets are quiet. i miss the way you would sit in my bay window and watch the raindrops race to the bottom, wearing one of my shirts and a pair of mismatched socks.
there would be an old record playing in the background, and you would mumble the lyrics to your favorite songs as you looked out at the city. i took a polaroid picture of you once, while you were sitting there, in my window watching the rain.
im sitting here now, looking at it.
god, you're beautiful.
i miss you."
