The Sweetest Storm

The sudden drops appearing on the window of my car made me notice the storm that was coming ahead on the road. I was on my way home, finally after two days of being missing. I turned on the radio and after two minutes of changing stations I left my favorite song on. ''Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while and she will be loved'' . Yes this song, this song had something about it. Every lyric made me wonder. That song made me wish. Made me think. Made me sad. After two days of absence, I finally turned on my phone. I received several texts, but I read none, I was simply not in the mood. It was Valentine's Day, and I was finally several kilometers away from home. Storm was here, and though it was still early, the sky was as dark as it could be. ''Wanna make her feel beautiful''. It was maybe not the moment to listen to that song, but I was just to tangled, too obsessed. A tear was running down my cheek by the moment the song was over, so I turned off the radio. I just couldn't listen any more. It was Valentines day, a storm was coming ahead, and I was driving my way home after being missing two days. No one called, no one asked, no one missed. It was sad.

I finally arrived home after a four hours trip back home. The song kept replaying in my head, "I know where you hide, alone in your car". Not that it surprised me, there was no one home waiting. I left the keys on the couch and headed to the kitchen. I sat down in a small chair placed on the corner of the room, and wiped my tears out. Maybe I wasn't supposed to get back home today. I checked my phone, there was a text message that , honestly, surprised me. "I Miss You, Come Back". "I'm back" I wrote, but as soon as I was done, I erased and deleted. I was somehow meant to be alone today. I didn't expected anything, from no one, that way I would not get disappointed. Yes, people could have said I was cold, but I was just scared.

Maybe the reason I always loved this song was, the meaning it had for me, in my life. I wished there was someone willing to look for me, wait for me, dream of me, smile at me, loving me. Willing to be everything, to do anything, to give me at least something. No limits. "I don't mind spending everyday". As much as deny it, I was in love. That was the real reason I left, but who would I trust that? Sometimes, memories where hard to remember, song where hard to sing, and tears where hard to cry, but I learned the hard way I had to stay strong.

I put on my black coat and went walking through the dark night. The rain was intense. As I walked, I shed another tear, I loved crying in the rain, no one would ever notice.

I went through a small dark bridge across the street, heading to the park. I saw a couple, in love as they could be, making out in the rain. Makes me wish, makes me wonder. It suddenly made me think of the song, "In the pouring rain". I just could not stop thinking about it.

I sat on a bench in the park, the rain was still pouring. I felt a vibration on the coat. Crap I brought my cellphone.
I couldn't see the name of the call, so instinctively I answered.
"Hello?"
"Where have you been, I've been looking for you all this days." He said.
"Hey." I answered.
"I've missed you."
"I'm sorry."
"Where are you?"
"Why?"
"Because I can bet I'm seeing the most beautiful women in the world."
"Where are you?"
"Turn around." He hanged up the phone.
So I did turn around, and so there was standing the love of my life.
"Hey." I said.
"Hello gorgeous." He answered.
I smiled.
So did he.
"Happy Valentines Day." He added.
"Thank you."
We stayed silent for a while, and he sat down right next to me. The rain was intense, and if I was not mistaken, it was worst than it was before.
"Can we go take a walk?" He asked.
"Sure." I said.
We walked silently for what seemed like 15 minutes. We stopped at the same bridge I crossed half an hour ago. This time, we were alone, who knew where this happy couple where going. We stayed quiet.
He was handsome.
Smart.
Charming.
He was perfect.
And I have fallen so hard in such a short time, it seemed almost impossible.
He was simply everything.
Drops.
Drops invaded my almost glorious thoughts. And so I shed another tear, and once again no one will ever notice.

We watched the small river right under us. It was just too quiet. The perfect moment. Valentines day.
"Have you ever imagined.." He interrupted my thoughts.
"Have you ever imagine, a fictitious world. A world where there was no one, just that one person. Where everything seemed as perfect as you wish they could be, as easy as they seemed. Just that person and you." He smiled, like feeling as if what he said was something to be shy of.
"I sometimes think, of standing in the middle of the night, kissing her." Her. He wiped his face, which was completely wet. We were completely wet, but we cared less about it.
"Yes, I Have." I answered. I felt the drops falling down my nose, my forehead, my fingertips.

We stayed quiet for about half a minute.
"Will you dance with me?" He suddenly asked.
"But there's no music." I said, puzzled.
"Close your eyes, and feel the music." He answered.
"Wait, what?" He covered my eyes and I kept them closed.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me closed.
Step. Step. Step. I heard everything closely, the drops, the sound of the cars, our steps, his breathing, my heartbeat. I understood what he meant by feel the music now. I let it go, and he lead perfectly. I followed every step. It went out stupidly amazing. I could feel his hand, touching my arm, as we swayed across the bridge.
Drops.
Step.
Car.
Slide.
Step.
Breathe.
Double step.
Stop. I heard his breathing, and could almost taste his sweet breath.
"Happy Valentines day, again." He slowly whispered.
It felt great, being this close to him. He talked slowly to my ear.
"You where that one person I wish I could have in my perfect world." He said.
I was speechless. Enchanted. Surprised.
"I love you, I always have, I always will." He added.
I still had my eyes closed, and I could still feel the closeness of his skin with mine.
Drops.
He come closer, I could feel.
He slowly kissed me, a short, but memorable kiss.
A kiss that will make it last.
His soft lips made the perfect crux with mine.
The way it made my breath vanish.
He took my breath away.
He stepped back, and I slowly opened my eyes.
"I know is a little too late to ask." He said, and I thought and listened carefully.
"But you were absent this couple of days." I blushed.
"Will you be my valentine, the last three hours of the night that are remaining?" I shocked. I smiled and blinked.
"I've been wishing all this time, that you would ask. Yes I will be your Valentine."
He leaned forward, and carried me, and so we slowly kissed. A kiss in the rain I would always remember, a sweet kiss. It was perfect. It was a moment it will always last. He let me down and gently grabbed my hand. I felt loved, he made my wishes true. It was the sweetest storm.