The rain fell like static on the concrete walkway. We walked, hand-in-hand, drenched, but we didn’t care. We were happy. The wind picked up. You let go of my hand spinning, face to the sky, laughing wildly.

My god, I loved you.

You saw me watching and blushed unable to hide that silly grin. You punched my shoulder, and asked me what I was looking at. I stepped closer. You moved against me, and the rain wasn’t cold anymore. I tasted you and raindrops, and nothing else mattered.