Remember when I made you dance with me in the rain? You had hated water, and put out your claws like a cat. But you couldn’t help to smile, when I held your hand and skipped through all the puddles. You told me this wasn’t a romantic comedy and called me out for just wanting to kiss you in the rain. But why not? I wonder if you miss that, and think of me when it storms there. I wonder if the rain bothers you for those different reasons now.
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