It’s raining

I remember the first time we met. It was raining.

August 11, 2013

11:09 am

The sky is dark, it’s crying.

It’s raining today, and I’m sick.

“Don’t you have an umbrella?” I looked at him, I smiled. I liked playing in the rain, even though it makes me sick sometimes.

“Here” He handed it to me. I frowned.

He smiled.

I first met you on a rainy day.

I fell in love with you on a rainy day

And I lost you on a rainy day.

August 11, 2008

11:11 am

While dancing in the rain trying to feel every drop on my face, I found a boy in a waiting shelter frowning, looking at the raindrops that continuously fall from the sky.

I smiled and ransacked my bag; I know I brought my little red umbrella.

I walked to him and offered it.

“I don’t need it.” He said. I held his hand and made him grip the umbrella.

“You do.” I said and went back to soaking myself with the fountain of the heavens.

“Why do you dance in the rain? When you know it will make you sick?” He asked.

I smiled.

“Why do you fall in love, when you know it can be painful?” I looked at him.

“Because it’s worth it.” He returned the look and in that brief moment that our eyes met, I fell in love.

He walked to me and tried to cover me under the same umbrella but I kept on moving away.

“Are you crying under the rain?”

Yes. Yes I am

“No” He went nearer.

“I hate getting wet.” He remarked. I just smiled and stomped on puddles.

“I told you one thing about me, tell me something about you.”  He whispered.

August 11, 2008

11:21 am

The bus is here.

The 10 minutes we have is up, as everyday, I look at him, for ten minutes before the bus arrives.

I walk away.

He held my hand, and before I knew it, he’s already wet.

“Please, give and take” He was looking down.

I smiled took his hand away from my arm, “It’s my birthday today.”

And I start to walk away again.

“I am moving away.” He trailed off.

“I like you” I replied but I was a bit far, just an inch far for him to hear.

Good bye.

That day I met him, fell in love and lost him.

August 11, 2013

11:10 am

I am frowning; I want to play under the rain.

                                        Cry

I step forward. And try to pass this crowd in the shelter.

At last. One more step.

August 11, 2013

11:11 am

I have stepped outside the shed, outside the roof, but why?

Why is that the only thing I feel that’s falling is my tear?

I look above.

Red umbrella

My red umbrella. And him.

“Happy Birthday.” He smiled, this time he succeeded, he and I did not get wet.

He saw the real me. We smiled as our eyes met.

“Welcome back.” And our game started again, this time, to a whole lot level.

“I’m Aaron”

“I’m Gui Gui”

“I’ve been gone for five years”

“I’ve been waiting for five years”

“I like you”

“I like you too”