You, me, in the rain

I was on my way home from school when it started to rain. Everyone in the streets ran for shelter, some covering their heads with newspapers or their jackets. But I didn't. I enjoyed it, I welcomed the rain. I stood in the rain, under a lamp-post and let my mind wonder, wonder back to him, to our moments together.

We would always walk together, run together. We were close, very close in fact. I remember the best moment I have of us: the time when he told me that he liked me. That he deeply cared about me.

We stopped our walk, as it started to rain. I would have normally tried finding a place to hide from it; but when he just abruptly stopped and stood there, I did too. My feet were glued into place, as if they were told to just stay. I stood in front of him, holding his steady gaze as he locked eyes with me.

I was tempted to break the silence that floated between us then, but I didn't. I couldn't.

He did, instead.

''Eliza,'' He started, I remember his voice was quiet.

I softened my gaze in reply.

''I've been needing to tell you something for a while.'' He gave me an embarassed smile.

I remember that at this point, my hands became clammy, heart racing.

''I really, really, like you. You are such an ama-'' I interrupted him by diving into him and hugging him. It felt right. I've loved him for so long, I just needed him to say the words. And he did.

As I hugged him I became all flushed, since I then felt silly for diving in on him like that, but he welcomed the hug with his arms wrapped around my back.

When I pulled away, he was smiling and I was, too; we were all wet and shining.

''I really, really, like you, too.'' I responded.

He then kissed me on the cheek. I felt breathless, I felt as if I were floating.

And although it was a quick, peck on the cheek, it was warm and loving and said it all.

I owe it to the rain...

6.6.2020