When It Rains

It rained today.

As I weaved my way through the busy train platform, I caught a whiff of the rain's perfume and I was suddenly travelling through time. Everything slowed down, the passing people were blurred like they sped past me at the speed of light. At that moment, the only things that existed were me, the scent of the rain and the memories of how giddy, happy and loved he made me feel every time it rained.

Who knew that I could love and be loved by someone this much?