So my head lifts, I look to the sky. It shines sweetly as it never has, and perhaps I know that's a sign. The sign of something beautiful to come. But what I do know, is that I want this sky to be for her. The girl I constantly gaze at in the feasting of my charted territories. Together, she and I, we live on perforated lands, with canyons parting our every lives.

I walk with a stick in hand, she walks with fingers laced behind her back. We stroll side by side; so apart, but to do such a thing, we were doing this together. So far she was, yet so close her gaze, that I could feel even in my sleep. We walk across our native grounds, watching the other, glancing before the other could notice, smiling shyly to ourselves, seeing that being two people of different continents, we are meant to be. That someday one could touch the other and discover our own uncharted continents.

Unspoken words, but we can tell what the other thinks.

This day, we meet under our respective trees, our feets dangle down the canyons that part our bodies. I smile at her, she smiles at me, we both look to the sky. She knows what I think, and this made her all the more beautiful. She holds her arms forward, I stretch mine. I can feel our mental embrace enveloping me slowly. So much I want to tell her, with so much time to tell.

Then she points to the sky and I watch her head move skyward. I follow suit, and I see a pair of vague puffy clouds concealing the sun, and I wonder in curiousity. Then that was when rain fell, with driplets at first, plopping my cheeks, until these drops showered into something more and fell harder. Below our respective trees, we looked at each other through the rain.

Thousands upon thousands every notch, every hole, every pit became full of a liquid soup, this water that eventually parted us further.

She saw herself part, I felt myself drift. She became an obsolete speckle in the wind. Lakes into rivers, rivers became oceans. The looming hope of touch and feel, drowning into the depths of the pitter patters that of which became an ocean between us.

You seem further than ever before, so distant that I can't see nor hold you in my eyes. I can seem to find my way to you now, I feel so lost, so alone. Never had I felt so alone before. I miss you, Dear, and I hope to see you once more, someday.

I can only give you my kisses to the rain.

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