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The rain has not let up here in Boston.  For weeks, it seems it has rained every day.  Thick, overcast skies blanket the city leaving me guessing whether or not the sun is coming or going.  I never know anymore.

I don’t mind rain much.  In fact, the heaviness in the air often reminds me of being in love.   Reminds me of times when I’d take cover in a tiny apartment alone, my body wistfully perched along a windowsill, gazing through a haze of water droplets. Trickles of rain would carry my thoughts to wherever my lover was.  Hopeful, that somewhere, his mind was flooded with wants of me too.

Over the years, I’ve discovered I am a firm believer that love is blind.  That while drunk on all of the euphoric hope and endless affections that love brings, one may not see things as clearly as they would have otherwise.

I am no exception to the rule.

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