27 Kisses (Zarry)

Fifth

My Darling,

It was a Tuesday.

You had on a Lime green peacoat on, which was ridiculous because you looked like Kermit the frog. You had laughed and told me that if you were Kermit then I was Miss Piggy. We laughed so much that afternoon on my garden bench. I suppose that must have been the reason we didn't notice the charcoal sky or the rumbling thunder.

Or maybe we did and we were too entangled in each other that we just didn't care. Whatever the reason may be. It began to rain. It didn't even start off lightly like it usually would, a calm drizzle to cool the earth down and give its warning of what was about to come. Large bullets of water pelted the ground and stung our skin.

Oddly enough, you began to laugh. And I soon followed suit. And we sat there for about a minute, or five, laughing hysterically for no apparent reason. Then you caught my eye and I caught yours, and our eyes locked, and whatever had been funny before was forgotten as the world seemed to fade away around us.

As if naturally, we gravitated towards each other. An invisible force that pulled us together, one that only existed for you and I.

And then our lips touched, with the rain pouring out of the sky in buckets around us and our cheeks flushed pink from laughing and possibly the weed. A collision of atoms.

Tease me all you like but it was probably one of my favourite kisses. It was probably one of the most cliché kisses that we've ever shared- a kiss in the rain- and not, at the same time. Because none of our kisses are ever cliché. At least not to me.

Love,

Zayn