Lying In The Rain

You know those dreams you have when you're growing up, alone and confused, when you fall in love?

You've never seen her before at school, but as she's walking out of the class the two of you have shared since the beginning of time, you suddenly find yourself next to her. And you don't try to search for the right words, because you feel.

And even though you don't know her name, or her face, or even her voice, your fingers find hers and you walk together, hands clasped. And there is no question that you've found her. Her hand represents everything you've wanted, and you know you don't have to say anything, because the moment says it all.

It starts to rain a little and you open your umbrella. You hold it over her, but she pulls you in so that you can both share it. And you feel her against you, the warmth of her sweater, hand in hand, never once saying a word, and you walk.

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You meet a girl and it's nothing like the dream, but you accept that this is how love works in the real world. You give it a try, and over the years the hopes and doubts cross your mind and your expectations change, and eventually an equilibrium is reached where the unexpected has given way to mutual understanding and the day to day. But no matter how much the bond is stretched or broken, you're always drawn back to her. She has worked her way into the very foundation of your life.

One day you're lying in bed with her, and you remember your dreams from high school. But wait, no... you are reminded of your dreams.

Suddenly you're in the rain again. Only now, you don't have to dream.

Slowly, It Returns

The night is ending. The sun is rising; the warmth glows a beautiful golden orange and I feel it on my face. I smile as it approaches. No greeting is necessary.

Slowly, the audacity is returning to me.