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By beautifulstranger Date: 2006 May 25 Comment on this Work [[2006.05.25.21.17.27748]] |
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Last night my headlights shone through every drop of rain puddling on the shiny pavement. Effortless, summery rain, but I didn't think of you or last year's midnight thunderstorm, or last year's "I'll be right here, forever." This afternoon, we met for coffee and stayed to talk, and then you said, "I'm feeling restless, want to walk?" And so we made our way around the backlots of suburbia. The wind blew my hair back, and I thought, "Right now, do you think I'm beautiful?" But the wind brought clouds, so yet again it began to pour. But this time, it wasn't night, and it wasn't mistakes made in the back of your beat-up van. "Do you really care if we get soaked?" You didn't. Then, later, you held my hand and we ran through the rain on that little strip of grass bordering the road. "Is there someplace we can get dry?" So we sat in the backseat of my car and I huddled in my mother's old sweatshirt. I later felt so proud of myself, because when you asked me, "Would you have kissed me in the rain?" I said, "NO." |