Weather Patterns.

I drove through there twice today. I couldn't help but smile each time. I saw the three of us running around the entire building being carefree and dancing in the rain. I saw the four of us walking into the restaurant to chill before midnight bowling started. I saw the Hy-Vee where many times we stopped for alcohol. I remembered all the warm nights sitting under stars waiting for the next band to play. I remembered the blood pumping through my veins as I felt alive at the exact moment the music started. I thought of all the nights on a porch discussing music and life. I remember the nights trying to catch fire-flies. I remember smiling the whole night. I thought about the last time we hung out. I thought of the last spot I saw him. I thought of the last words we exchanged. I thought about that last hug between friends. Then my mind flashed to the times with others as well. Driving him home in a thunderstorm with him telling me it was okay every time I shuttered at the sound of lightening. I see us sitting on his bed talking, cuddling, and laughing. I see us eating at Taco Johns. I see the empty hopes and broken promises made.
It's weird. For about two years, this was almost like a second home. I was always welcomed and I always had a place to stay if need be. Those were the best days of my life. Being young, free and not caring. I thought about it all. I remember it all. I will never forget.