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The And The Sun Is Shining Through The Rain

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It 's mid September, and the sun is shining through the rain, creating the most beautiful oxymoron I believe I 've ever seen.

This was the year I learned to love the rain.

It 's true that not every story is worthy of being published, and many stories that need to be heard have yet to be written. Even still, they 're locked away in the hearts of people - beautiful people. Because, no matter how you look at it, the truth is, we all have a story. Whether the words ever touch pages or not.

My story isn 't one that deserves to be written. I 'm not interesting. There are a thousand stories out there that are better than mine. Stories written in the hearts and eyes of the people that we pass by everyday. Those small details I didn 't …show more content…

That 's Ty, he 's undyingly optimistic, and I 'm tempted to tell you it 's his worst trait, but even I 'm not prone to that level of exaggeration.

"It 's the rain. It 's killing me."

"I 'm sorry, Jess. Just be patient, it can 't rain forever."

See? Optimistic.

All jokes aside, I love Ty, he 's one of the reasons I love it here so much, one of the reasons I 've decided to leave my apartment - to leave the family vineyard in Tennessee spend six months on our plantation in Texas.

I try to smile as I shift my gaze up to his smiling face, "I 'm glad to know you woke up on the right side of the bed this morning."

Ty winks at me, and I crack a real smile, utterly against my will. It 's hard to be in a bad mood around Ty, he radiates a sort of charm that relaxes people. He 's the type of person you would accidentally fall in love with... Trust me, I know.

My gaze shifts out the window. Purple grey clouds are looming over our sad looking plants. I was so ready for this to be over.

"Should I get you a glass? I didn 't know you were making juice."

"What?" I bring my attention back to the here and now, Realizing I 've been picking my orange apart a little too late. Ty tosses me a washcloth to clear up the juice I 've unconscious dripped onto the table.

"I really need to get you out of this house." Ty sits across from me, his fingers gliding over the glossy puzzle that had recently become the bane of their existence.

"Why?"

"I can 't stand seeing you so

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