My emotions are a bit clearer now. Maybe it's because I'm not under the influence. Of anything. I can't write the way you do. My words don't flow fluidly. They just come as an incoherent stream of consciousness.

Last night it rained. And with the rain came thunder. And with that thunder came sleeplessness. And with that sleeplessness came you. And me. And a flood.

I thought you drowned. I got scared.

You made it.

But I'm still scared.

I wish I had drowned.