A DROP OF FOREVER

The moisture of the rain that soaked our first meeting still feels alive. The breeze of that moment touched your heart and settled deep within me. My eyelids were lowered, yet my gaze was fixed on you, as if my soul was gazing into yours. You were lost in your own world, silent and serene, and in that moment, there was a strange sense of peace, perhaps because you were near, not physically together, but close enough to feel. Everything felt like a dream that could never be fulfilled, yet it felt so real. Now, it's as if the rain never came again, and when it does, getting wet in it feels like you're remembering me, like you've looked at me just once. But I wonder, is it raining in your city too? This wretched rain gave my heart to a stranger without asking, stole it away without permission. To be honest, the peace that the rain once brought is gone now. The thread of that moment hasn't snapped, it's just paused, waiting to get wet again at some turn of time.