It's funny. Standing in the water, feeling the it, splashing, on my body. Now I notice the water drops. I didn't when you were around. Now I feel the heat from the water, not you. Now I feel the vulnerableness, not ours. Now I feel the loneliness, not us. When you were there, when we were there, it wasn't only me, but us; not only you, but us. The water wasn't empty like now. It was filled with our love, our hope, our bodies. It was filled with the kisses, the touches, the smiles. It was good. It was save. But it's okay. I feel the water drops now.