It rained so hard that day. And all I wanted to do was cry.

At that moment I hated you. So much. 

The day had started off well. So full of potential. But then I choked and I fell apart and I blamed you for it.

You and I were headed in the same direction, so they stuffed us in one cab. As the taxi overflowed in your belongings, you and I were crushed together.

And although I couldn't forgive you at the time, somehow you put me at ease and everything just felt better.

And in the months to follow I would find so many reasons to love you and so many to hate you and not a single reason to want to lose you.