I woke up to a very rainy morning in Los Angeles today. I was quite proud of myself because I found my umbrella before I left for work this morning and prevented myself from getting drenched. How adult of me.
I love the rain. Something different than just sunshine all day, every day. It makes me want to listen to sad Taylor Swift songs and feel melancholy.
I’m already in a rather sad mood. I found out yesterday this guy I met a few years ago, was killed in a freak accident, flying an F-16.
He had been in the Air Force for many years, just recently proposed to his girlfriend, and because of a random mechanical problem, his life was taken.
It has seriously broken my heart. Because this guy, even though we had only hung out a handful of times, really made an impact on me. He was such a good person. He was the kind of guy that was charming, sweet, fun, and made everyone around him feel so special and happy.
I am a religious person and it’s moments like these where I try to understand why God would end such a wonderful person’s life far too soon.
Tess Explains It All 