It was storming. You shifted the umbrella to my side and held my hand as we walked down this pavement to/from the playground. It was a familiar walk, made countless times over the 2 years we had. And like a movie scene, you kissed me under the pouring rain, we ran through the storm as young teenagers in love, we caught our breaths in the middle of the road only to realize how drenched we were. It was just you and me, against the world. And it was as though, nothing else mattered at that point in time. 



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