The cold rain hit my forehead as I walked to my mailbox in the dark, but a harder crash sprung upon my head as I saw back to the heated night when we ran through the darkened trees and kissed harder and faster than all the sweaty rain drops that surrounded us. The memory was so sugary sweet, but it left behind such a rotten taste as I shivered back to now, to where I stand alone on this winded night. Moments become memories that can hurt with the same extremity as the once inexplicable harmony you harbored before.
-B.Krutz
