I think there are people that you are supposed to let into your life, and I think that by design they are meant to leave and you are never supposed to speak again.
Because you will know that it is physically impossible for something so random and so perfect to happen twice. Whenever the streets flood with rain, you will think of them.
They will be the dark shadow in your dreams, the black figure that you can never catch up to no matter how quickly you try to run.
