We talked and talked till we died, and then we would start all over.
It was beautiful. The most precious thing I had ever experienced, was being courted by you, a man who fit the duty. You were born to be a gentleman, or maybe you were born to court just me.
When we came face to face, you caught a glimps of who I was that other people couldn't see. We ate and talked. Spent the minutes wisely, and guess what? I didn't count them. Did you?
Then you took me to a park, and I was convinced that you were the one, but I had no proof. As we walked it started to rain, and so we sat and just existed. There were no words, no sounds except the beads of water that slapped against the surface. I had never been at that much peace.
My intellectual but childish self suddenly felt predisposed, and I couldn't take the energy I was feeling for you. I took off my heels, and ran, getting soaked almost immediately. My shirt and jeans formed to my body, and my tightly curled hair flattened with the weight of the water. There, in the middle of the park, I danced and kicked the puddles, feeling completely overwhelmed with peace. I saw you watching me, and you sat there, dry, admiring me. I had wondered what was going through your mind, or what it looked like through your eyes. I imagine it felt like one of those slow-motion-in-love kind of moments. It did for me.
Afterwards, you took me home, and as you walked me to my door, my stomach dropped at the thought of another first kiss. But you held me, and left. I'll admit, that was completely cruel. It drove me crazy, wondering, but it was worth it, because I knew, at that moment, you loved me too.
Now, we're just strangers in love. In love with the idea of each other in other people. That rain dance is my dream. Its my safe space. The only moment in time when I didn't need a person, or an object to make me feel alive.
