Rain triggers thinking.

I'm not sure why it took me so long to fall in love with the rain, but if nothing else, last summer did it for me. I guess I never completely noticed the rain before, but last summer it seemed to rain more than usual, and every time it did I was thinking of him. Probably wishing for a kiss in the rain, although we always seemed to just miss it. I still think that might've been the happiest time of my life. But, being in love inevitably makes you happy, right?
It's funny the way love changes though, and life too. How two years ago I was smitten with this boy, as I brought a sack full of random knick-kancks to him for his birthday.
& a year ago exactly I was avoiding the thought that he'd leave in just three weeks. Crazy that was a year ago. I'm ready for new though. He's right, there's no telling what will happen in a year, and almost likely, nothing.. so I put that little blue book back on the shelf, the one full of memories I couldn't get over. & promised myself this time it'd stay there. Because you can't move forward if you keep reliving the past.. no matter how good it may have seemed.