thirty-one (of 365)

He said it was the rain that connected them. He couldn’t give me any more details, but the faraway look on his face told me more than his absent words. A part of me wanted to see what he saw, to touch the lines that connected them so strongly; to understand why he used the word soulmate (a word I had never heard him say before). But I would never ask him for more than he was willing to give - there are some things that are sacred.

And, somewhere in the distance, she remembered him and sighed.