it's pouring rain in New York City.
the city lights shimmer on the streets.
i donated my wedding dress to the salvation army.
i sold my rings to a stranger.
i honestly hope they bring some joy to someone else.
but me... i'm sad tonight.
it feels weak to admit that i'm afraid of being alone...
afraid of not having someone to share life with...
grow old with...
tonight, the feeling looms large.
the rain is appropriate, somehow.