I remember sitting in your car on a rainy night. Dropets of moisture clung to the windshield, the mirrors, the windows, the doors. The gentle little thumps of rain above us. The yellow-orange glow of light reflected from the thousands of drops into the car and onto our bodies. It wasn’t the night that you left me. It was a happy memory, but to remember it hurts. I’m finally seeing, why I was the one worth leaving. I’ll never hold a grudge against you. I know it was worth it. Just don’t doubt that I love you.