Dear Cloud

It had been raining all day long.

She spent her day in an idle way. She was in a melancholy mood. Well, whenever it rained, she became like that.

She spent half of her day lying on the bed, scrolling through memories. Now the day was coming to an end. She was sitting by her window with a cup of coffee. A soft indie song was being played in her phone, a song that fit the mood of the day perfectly. She was playing with a rubber band in her hand.

On rainy days, I am reminded of you.

She was all his. When she promised to share her life with him, she meant it with her heart and soul. Gradually, she started to become more like him. She absorbed his trivias, his habits, his likings and his tastes.

She liked short hair, but she kept her hair long because he liked long hair. She wasn’t a fan of indie music, she liked upbeat pop music more. She liked tea, he liked coffee. She didn’t like to have her hair tied, but he said he liked it that way. She still remembered the day he bought the rubber band and braided her hair with that with his inexperienced hand. He loved playing with her hairs. She loved the feeling of his fingers going through her hairs.

That rubber band was the only gift he ever gave her aside from his unconditional, wholehearted love.

She thought, am I losing myself? Do I still have my own likings left?

She didn’t know anymore. But one thing didn’t change.

On rainy days, she felt more like herself.

She looked at the sky and have a conversation with someone in her head.

Hey, can I live as myself now?

She closed her eyes and portrayed his face in her mind.

Of course you can.

I didn’t regret living the way I lived, though.

I held you back for way too long. But now I let you go. You should live for yourself now.

Another melancholic song was being played in background. She started to like sad songs now.