The rain finally came back yesterday. Boyfriendish went back home and we’ll be going our separate ways for a while, only meeting up again for special occasions. Now that I’m on my own, as I had feared, memories of my past have reared their ugly head in once again. It’s all too fitting for the rain to have come back now. Almost symbolic of the dark and sad days coming back to me figuratively as well. But I had a nice, prolonged break from it all. I can’t really complain. No one ever overcame trauma by distracting themselves from it. I’ll definitely be writing more now. We’ll just see what I write…