I’m laying in my bed and I just started to hear rain drops tap against my window. When I hear those little taps, it brings back so many memories.
The day you asked me out, August 4, 2012, you had a block party. I curled my hair and tried my best to look halfway decent and it started pouring. My hair was a mess, my mascara was running, and to top it all off I was wearing my Doors shirt, which was white. You immediately gave me your shirt to wear and I gladly took it because it was so sweet. I thought we were gonna book it to your house but no, we stood in the middle of the street and the guys started playing volleyball so you gave me a kiss and ran over and started playing with them. So I just sat there, in the rain, looking like a hot mess, still fan-girling that I just became your girlfriend, and I remember being so pissed that I took so much time to get ready only for all my hard work to be washed away. We finally walked back to your house and we were both drenched from head to toe. Your shirt, which I was still wearing, was huge on me because it was soaked in water, made me look like I wasn’t wearing shorts. So we walked up your street hand-in-hand as a couple for the first time.
The first day you came over my house, we decided to walk around my neighborhood and it started down pouring out of no where. So we ran under these huge trees on the long ass road that leads to my middle school and the playground. It wasn’t much shelter because we still get drenched but we didn’t really mind it much because we had each other. I remember kissing you so many times and I loved every single silly peck on my lips and my cheek and I loved feeling your hands make your way across my hips.
For months, every time we saw each other it would rain. We didn’t mind much because rain meant having to stay inside and cuddle all night.
When I hear those little taps on my window, it takes me to my happy place; in your arms.