Had dinner with lambchops at PS and walked home in the rain.
And i started thinking about the last time i did so. Come to think of it, it was more than a year ago.
Circumstances and feelings change, but memories remain, like it or not. It wasn't a totally unpleasant recollection, but it brought a bittersweet smile to my lips.
People are divided to three when it rains; those with the umbrellas, those without umbrellas but braving the rain, and those who hide under shelter. So you either bulletproof your heart, fuck it all and risk it, or live alone? But i like walking in the rain even if i have an umbrella. Stupid me.
But the rain also gave me an excuse to eat ice cream. HEE.
