I dreamt of you. We were holding hands and you were pulling me somewhere. I don’t remember where. I only remember you. I remember the rain, the sweet soft drizzle of cold droplets of rain. I told you it was raining and you looked at me baffled and your nose crinkled and your eyebrows furrowed. You asked me if I liked the rain and I told you I did, then your face relaxed and a small smile followed. You did that. I remember the feeling of your hand touching mine. I remember having to stop you to remove your glasses because you couldn’t see any further with all the mist and droplets on them. I wiped them for you and put them back on. You smiled. You continued to pull me forward, bringing me through the existing yet not existing rain. It was sort of like our love - there but not yet really.
But that’s another story for some other time.
