Missing Rain more than I can every imagine. The second year is coming to a close, the third coming to a beginning. Loneliness fills me when I don't think of her. Contempt fills me when I think of her. Jealousy when I see her with someone else. Sadness when I see her. Yet. I still can't bring myself to lose her. I don't think I can live a day without her. Or beside her.

Love is like a gust of wind, after it blows it goes. Of a melody of this sort, who can stand it? - Jay Chou - Long Juan Feng