If there's something that can remind me of my first love and my first heartbreak, what is it? I suppose it's the rain. It's not the usual rain, it's that rain, that day. That day when I first met him. The man who gave me thousands of wholesome and lovely memories. The man who made me feel I mattered. The man who raised my self confidence and the same man who used to be my favorite person and my happy pill. That man, now became a person that used to be mine. How I met him? It's because of the rain that poured that day.
