The rain poured, I pressed my umbrella, you stopped me---and we bathed in the rain, walked under it, laughed under it, played under it. Then we asked the others to tag along. It was bliss.
I told you once that it's my dream to bathe under the rain with the person I love. I have, twice---but only, that person doesn't know that that seemingly simple gesture of friendship means that it was a dream come true. Almost.
You didn't know.
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