"it's raining again. it's coming down pretty hard. im standing out here in the midst of it, and all i can think about is the fact that somewhere, you're under the same rain i am, if that's makes any sense.
like, when i look up at the moon, i think about how you're looking up at the same one from wherever you are.
i know how much you love to watch the sky at nighttime. does he watch it with you, like i did?
does he find the constellations in your freckles while you find the constellations in the stars, like we did?"
