Dream

If I could have, I would have bottled that rain. The rain we were in when last I saw you…

You stopped me as we were running for shelter from that sudden spring rain… it was full of petrichor and promise. The most beautiful spring of my life.

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As we were walking home after our night of celebration, our anniversary.  You stopped and just looked at me. Water streaming down both of our faces blurring my vision of you. Our eyes drinking in the other…pulling me right up next to you with one hand and the other on my face.
You said, “I can’t promise to love you for the rest of your life, but I promise to love you for the rest of mine.”

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Then you kissed me. In that moment, I became yours again, as I did every single time our eyes met.

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As we pulled apart, it was as though one raindrop out of so unimaginably many slowed time as it caressed its way down your cheek, your jaw. I didn’t look away until its journey had ended.

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     That was the first time I wished I could have bottled that rain, but it wasn’t the last. I’ve wished for that more times than the immeasurable rainfall.

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(5.14.10 ~ my sadness, makes you immortal)

΅〜  ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅

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If you would like me to read this to you…