You know that feeling you get when you’re watching a storm roll in.
The clouds are growing darker & larger.
The lighting is flashing restlessly through the sky & the thunder rumbles beneath your feet.
You stare up & wonder how something so dangerous could look so captivating.
You should go inside, close up the windows & be cautious of any tornado warnings.
But the only thing you want to do is take your hair down & let the rain pelt your skin until you feel like the sorrows of yesterday were washed off of you.
That’s what loving you was like.
It was scary & dangerous, but I just couldn’t force myself to go back inside.