Moments

A short story about the hurt of watching your past love move on

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I let the rain wash away my tears, wishing it could wash all of me away. Do you remember how much I loved the rain?

Is that what you’re thinking of now: my face alight as we set out candles with the power out, sitting at the dining room table in front of the big window, sipping tea?