Remembering days when the sun would shine on us. For us. He would stroke my cheek and call me princess, say "everything will be fine, just wait and see". When we were alone together we had all the time in the world and we could wait for as long as we had to. But things change so quickly, and I had to grow up without him. Now, whenever I think of time, it's with mixed emotions. Too much or never enough, depending on the weather.
Sunshine: I used to be so happy
Rain: When will this end?
Tic toc tic toc.
And yet another day passes. Whatever the color of the skies, I'm on my own.