I can hear you giggle as you take a step forward; jumping on the puddles as if you were a kid. I have never heard you laugh like that before. I haven’t seen you act like this. A new side of you, I say to myself. Not that I know you or I’ll ever get to.

“Come back”, I shout. “It’s raining!”
“I know but sometimes it’s fun, right? To let go, do what you want!”
“I know but you’ll catch a cold”

And we’re back under the same umbrella again. I so wish it would rain like this forever.

You look at me and you tell me, “you seem like you’re having fun”
I smile. If only you knew how much.

“And so…..”, You continue on with your story. About the boy you loved. Or about the ones who’ll make your heart quiver. Stories about the ones that can never be me.

I wonder if you notice how my smile fades away as yours broaden. But I can’t let you see that.

And yet a part of me wants you to notice how I force a smile because that’s what I’m good at.
To fake it all cause whatever is real would hurt us really bad.

The umbrella knows.
As I hold on to it tighter. It knows how I feel about you. The umbrella knows and no one else ever will.

An umbrella between us | May 04