Urien Blower

My love, do you ever drift into sleep and imagine rain that tastes like sugar— soft drops falling without harm, sweet enough to stay? That’s how you feel to me. Not a storm, not a flood— but something gentle that soaks into everything I am. Have you ever loved someone so deeply it felt dangerous, like giving too much might undo you? I have. I gave myself piece by piece, not because I had to, but because loving you felt like the only honest way to exist. Name what you want, whisper it, and I would place it in your hands without asking why. I never believed life could fit so perfectly. I didn’t think all the missing parts could be found in one person, but somehow, they were waiting in you— every answer, every quiet need, every hope I didn’t know how to say aloud. Now I know. What I searched for, what I prayed would be real, I found in your eyes. So tell me— when you dream, does the world soften? Does the sky fall in sweetness instead of sorrow? Because you are that dream to me, my candy rain— the kind that falls again and again, and never hurts when it touches the ground. @Obessedwithhim🫧 (Based on song; Candy Rain) #Urien's perspective Waiting in the rain just to catch a glimpse of their smile is always worth it. I run out of the school doors, umbrella clutched tight. “You’re going to catch a cold,” they huff, pouting as they throw their arms around me, making a whole fuss out of nothing.