I should have known better than to ask you to marry me on that cold, gray, and rainy day.
You said that I was a nice guy, that you really liked me, and that the sex was great.
But you said that you didn’t love me and that I wasn’t “the one.”
Then you looked at me with pity in your eyes and said, “Babe, it’s not you, it’s me.”
You plunged a dagger into my heart on that cold, gray, and rainy day.
Written for the In Other Words prompt from Patricia’s Place. The challenge this week is to write a story or poem of five lines or fewer using the picture above and/or the words “rainy day.”