amimi

the cold, wet drops slip down my face like day-old tears.
they drench my body and clothes with the feeling of freedom. 
i am happy.
i am free.
this moment is perfect.

the first time i laid eyes on you was the best day of my life.
we immediately clicked
"i love you."
i thought to myself.
i now understand that some things are not always meant to be,
but i thought we were. 

I believe that beauty is a record. 
It continues on and on, 
sometimes running into scratches that mess up the beauty of it as a whole,
the scratches that force the song to become distorted.