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CHAPTER 2: THE RAINY STORY

Day one, everything is okay, well planned, hearted and already starved the hunger of making each others day better than the rain walking across the busy streets. Not just like how the true love stories become in the books, not just happy ending and alright, but it is how being the deal of loving each other fairly and I just realized how simple things got ignored the ways it shouldn’t be.I just realized how thankful I am to have this man, walking with me in the busy streets, making me his only Haru, for some times I feel pain for him, choosing me, did I cause too much pain? Will someone tell how I regret it? But it wasn’t the point, every heart is the point. For the first time, I don’t care about the cold wind, rainy day, busy streets or even wet shoes and socks, for the first time I don’t care if we will be sick or what will happen once I go home. I only cared, if it is raining, then rain until were happy enough. Im happy about, how he took out his clothes, just to make sure Im all covered, for the third time, I know I have a family in him, and for the first time, I feel Im well treated by him…. Always, ccause he stays the end, who will hold me until he cant, I fear one day, I will not be good enough to leet him stay. What if were already 25? what will happen if we still love? I hate the fact I need to let him go if he doesn’t want me anymore, the only reader of my poems, being the best supporter of my heart, guard of my home, I feel the pain of being selfidh the moment he covered his jacket around me, just to make sure Im dry until we finish the way home. Am I too precious to make this person choose me? Things just come whenever its raining, letting me remember the precious day we share along the road. Im happy not because its raining, but because it is a rainwalk with you… I don’t wanna take the day as bad, because you made it bright, without sun, but using the umbrella itself, we are walking while screaming on what happened to our wet socks and shoes, then later on discover that our clothes are already wet, and then we later on laugh, and curse those who make fun of us, but not ourselves. I know we will be sick after that day, but its not the rain itself, it is the heart we both choose to. I told you I barely write, but if it is you, I’ll spend 10 minutes to describe who I am with you:>