I still remember that night.

I sat, on that weathered porch, with my laptop battery dying, talking to you in the pouring rain. Rain like I'd never seen it before. Rain like I'll never see again. Such is the weather on The Island - fickle, like the flames that burned through our hearts. The rain pushed through at every turn into our memories. Every precious moment, there it was. We made the most beautiful sunshine. I wish I had known then what I know now. But through it all, I still would not change a thing.

The crimson flag flies oh-so-high, while tainted love leaves undisguised.