Counting Raindrops

On nights like these, when the rain won’t stop coming down and you can hear it tapping against your window over the sound of your thinking, you tend to remember the ones you almost had and the ones that were never yours to begin with. There have been so many people in this life, coming and going, lingering and fleeting, but in the end, you only have one to call your own- sometimes not even that. On nights like these, it’s hard to not imagine how differently things would have turned out with someone else.