Red Velvet Pancakes Make Me Cry

A Red Umbrella

Poca favilla gran fiamma seconda. - Dante: Paradiso, Canto 1, line 34

A great flame follows a little spark.

Dear My Beatrice,

Happy

Those would be my first words to describe you.

Those would be my first words to describe what we were like.

Emphasis on the "were."

It was such a little thing though.

How I first fell in love with you.

It was raining.

Not the light drizzle, romanticized by Hollywood

It was a downpour

Hard, ugly, sloppy, water sloshing everywhere

It's the kind of rain where it didn't matter whether you had an umbrella or not.

You were going to get wet.

Which was how we first met.

I, soaking from head to toe,

was cursing out my useless umbrella when I saw

you, drenched all over,

handing your umbrella to the little girl next to you.

I think it was a red umbrella.

The details are getting a little hazy now.

I just remember your face and your smile

sparkling, even though there was no sun that day

No one really noticed you and your radiating happiness.

You didn't really care though,

nor do I think you wanted anyone to notice you.

But I did.

And now I can't forget it.

It was just a little umbrella.

Really trivial.

But, it was useless.

I was drowning in you.

From,

Your Dante