IN LOVE WITH HER million little things

Love Rain

**Chapter Thirteen: The Confession**

Months had slipped by in a blur, and the distance between us had only grown. I couldn't text her like I used to—every message felt too loaded, too risky. But despite my silence, I missed her. I missed her so much it hurt. The thought of her filled every quiet moment, but fear held me back. What if telling her how I felt destroyed what we had left? What if it was too late?

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I decided I had to say something, even if it ended in disaster. So, I called her to our old meeting place—our favorite coffee shop. I needed to see her, needed to know if I was the only one feeling this way. Maybe she would reject me, maybe it would ruin everything, but at least I wouldn’t be left wondering. At least I would be free from this endless loop of "what ifs" that plagued my thoughts.

The evening we were supposed to meet, the sky had opened up, and the rain poured down in torrents. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and flashes of lightning lit up the sky. It should’ve been the perfect setting for a romantic confession, like something straight out of a movie. But instead of feeling hopeful, I was terrified. What if she didn’t feel the same? What if this was the end, not the beginning?

I reached the coffee shop early. Instead of waiting inside, where it was warm and dry, I stood outside in the pouring rain. I held a love letter I had written to her, thinking it might help me say what I couldn’t seem to speak aloud. Of course, the rain had soaked both me and the letter. My first love letter was a wet, crumpled mess, but it was all I had.

I waited there, drenched and nervous, rehearsing what I was going to say over and over in my mind. Then I saw her. She was running toward me, her hair soaked from the rain, her steps hurried, as if she was just as eager as I was to get this over with. And in that moment, something unexpected happened.

As soon as she reached me, she threw her arms around me, hugging me tighter than she ever had before. The letter slipped from my hand, caught by the wind and disappearing into the storm, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was her. She was shaking, her voice trembling as she spoke.

“Do you want to end this? Are you going to break our friendship?” Her words came out in a rush, her voice full of fear. “Please don’t. Please don’t leave me. If we can’t be more than friends, then at least let’s stay friends.”

I was shocked. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The very thing I had feared—that she didn’t want more—was the same thing she was afraid of. But there was something deeper in her voice, something that mirrored my own feelings. She wasn’t just afraid of losing me as a friend. She was afraid of losing me altogether.

Her eyes met mine, wide and shimmering with tears that mingled with the rain running down her face. “Please,” she whispered again. “Don’t leave me.”

I was speechless. All the words I had rehearsed, the carefully written letter, none of it mattered now. Everything I needed to say was right there in front of me. She cared. She wanted me in her life, no matter what. And in that moment, I knew what I had to say.

I gently wiped the tears from her face, brushing away the raindrops, and I whispered the words I had been holding in for so long: “I love you.”

Her face, filled with fear and uncertainty, softened. Her lips curved into a shy smile, her cheeks flushing despite the cold rain. The water drops clung to her skin, making her look even more beautiful than I’d ever seen her before. I kissed her forehead and said it again, this time with more certainty, more conviction: “I love you.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, as if letting the words sink in, then she leaned closer, her lips brushing against my ear. In the softest voice, she whispered, “I love you too.”

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**Chapter Fourteen: A Magical Rain**

The rain kept pouring, but it didn’t matter anymore. That storm, that wild, unpredictable downpour, had washed away all of our fears in a single moment. It felt like the universe had conspired to create the perfect setting for our confession. The thunder had become distant, the lightning soft in the background, and all that was left was us.

It wasn’t a grand, cinematic moment like I had imagined. It was messy, wet, and entirely imperfect—but it was real. It was ours. And in that small, rain-soaked corner of the world, our journey together began.

From that night on, everything changed. The confusion, the tension, the fear of ruining our friendship—they all evaporated like mist after the rain. What remained was something pure, something simple and beautiful. We were no longer just friends. We were partners in the truest sense of the word.

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**Chapter Fifteen: A Simple Story**

Looking back now, our story seems so simple. We met, we became friends, we grew closer, and then we fell in love. There were no dramatic twists, no earth-shattering conflicts—just two people who found each other at the right time, who were brave enough to take a leap together.

Now, years later, we’re engaged, married, and soon we’ll be parents. Life has a funny way of moving so quickly, but when I think about that rainy evening, it still feels like yesterday. Our story might not have been full of grand gestures or dramatic moments, but it was real. And that’s what makes it special.

Every love story is unique in its own way, and ours was no different. But in the end, all love stories are simple at their core. Two people meet, they connect, they fall in love. The details may change, but the heart of it stays the same.

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**Chapter Sixteen: The Aftershocks**

You know, it’s not the mistakes that do the most damage. It’s the aftershocks—the doubts, the flashbacks, the what-ifs that come afterward. For months, I let fear keep me silent. I was afraid of what might happen, afraid of losing her. But when I finally took that step, when I finally said the words, all those fears melted away.

I’m glad I didn’t let those aftershocks ruin what we could have had. I’m glad I took the risk, that I stepped into the rain and told her how I felt. Because now, looking back, I can’t imagine my life any other way.

And sometimes, it’s the simplest stories that turn out to be the most magical.