You kissed the droplets from my lips, and I felt your lips smile against mine. You swept my hair aside and kissed me just over the collarbone. You nibbled at my ear, and then sank your self into my arms. I hung my fingers on your waistband, dragging you closer. You buried your face in my shoulder curve, your hands flexing around my back. You gave a reduced groan. “I love you,” into my hair. “The happiest moment that I actually remember being.” Just then I hear a horn and find myself standing on a road waiting for a bus in the cool drizzling rain falling on my face. The insane rain had the most lovable gesture embracing me in the chilled gust of wind reminding me of you.