July 16, 2024

This rainy day again is transporting me to a different world by casting a mystical spell in the air; transforming green trees into dark, cloudy shades, and turning black asphalt roads into a rhythmic dance floor beaten by heavy drums of raindrops. The sound of wind whispers through the leaves and creates a romantic and healing ambiance. I wish you were here to experience it with me.

As I am enjoying this weather, I wish you didn’t have an umbrella while walking to your car, and I appear with one to offer you shelter. You hesitate to accept it, as if trying to flee, like always, and I say, “Hey, I know we don’t get along with each other now, but at least I don’t hate you. I genuinely care about you and simply don’t want you to get sick.” I assure you it’s not about rekindling our past and make you comfortable. You respond back to me with a nervous voice, “No, I don’t hate you,” and I say, “It’s okay, no explanation needed. All I know is I will be walking you to your car, and you are coming with me.”

You nod and start walking with me quietly. After reaching to the parking lot, you struggle to find your keys saying, I am sorry I can’t find my keys, oh! There it is and unlock the door. I say, It’s okay”, and hold the door for you. After getting inside the car, you thank me sweetly and start the engine. I close the door, saying, “Take care,” and watch you drive. After crossing couple of parking spots, you glance back at me through your side mirrors. Dressed in black, I stand there, watching you go, my heart yearning for a different outcome. I fantasize about you stopping your car, getting out of it, rushing back to me, fully wet, rain-soaked, gasping and stand right in front of me. Surprised, my heart starts beating fast. As I attempt to cover you with my umbrella, you snatch it away, grasp my collar and kiss me softly under this heavy downpour.

Another day lived in Head.

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