The water hit my body, leaving pricks of pain. It wasn't the hurt that bothered me. I felt rushed.
Something about those spikes--eased something, mentally within me.
Maybe it was the steady stream of the raindrops.
Stinging my face and arms as I ran down the street.
I was excited and I needed something to calm my nerves.
I was anxious and curious.
I didn't know what to expect. What was I getting myself into.
This could be the best thing that has happened to me. And I was thrilled.
The possibility of it being a bad thing didn't cross my mind.
I stayed optimistic as the rain fell harder against my body.
My heavy coat didn't seem like enough to keep me warm,
but knowing you would be there, kept my mind focused.
Determined to reach my destination.
I glanced behind me, feeling as though there were eyes watching me.
Having these people's thoughts wondering upon where I was going.
In such a rush. Crossing the busy streets, b-lining to you.
It almost felt as though I was walking into a room filled with strangers,
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yet they were all familiar faces.
The same people, living their lives in an constant stream.
Everyday, nine-to-five and I was their idol.
I wondered if they were happy. If they ever had the opportunity to feel what I was feeling.
As though I just won a million dollars. Breathing yet, still choking on the enthusiasm.
I smiled and knew it would be mere minutes until I felt your hands in mine.
Ready to hear the comment about my cold fingers against yours.
Would these people ever know what I was experiencing?
Then there was you. And I knew, that I wasn't the only one.
And I look at you, blushing, knowing you knew exactly what I wanted to say, without saying it.