you, and I and the rainy nights

Two years ago, I used to be sitting there, at arround 6 pm, playing with my mobile, waiting. Sometimes it rained, with ponds here and there, and on the wet road we walked, hand in hand under the umbrella. Even that the things weren't right, our hands are tight. Then we dropped by to get our meals, brought them to your boarding house. Ate while watching tv or sometimes reading comics. at 9 I would go home, and we met again at the same time and place. I do, I do miss those times....:)