We're droplets of water on a windowpane.
The windowpane of a moving car.
The wind pushes us and we madly flow into each others' embrace.
A sweet embrace.
Drops bunch together. It's a lovely union of friends.

A gust of wind slams into us
We separate, inexplicably.
No warnings
No goodbyes
We can't turn back (or we don't want to turn back)
And we move on.
Leaving bits of ourselves behind on a water trail.

The car stops. We take the moment to breathe.
A young girl in the car snaps a picture through the rain-splattered window.
The drops on the window dapple the streets outside.
The girl smiles.