Breathe.

Every time we fight I want to get in my car and leave. I want to go far away from this place, from you, from me. I want to drive to the end of the country, and back again. Blast Metallica on the 5 freeway and forget that any of it ever happened. To be alone with my thoughts,and to just breathe.

And then I do.

I breathe.

I breathe in the smell of rain.

I breathe in the smell of rain and realize that this won't last forever.