he hurriedly unfurled his black umbrella as the rain delightfully danced on our skins and he hurried behind me, trying to catch up. no, i wasn't evading his nearness--i felt i liked the pseudo-chase.

that was the first. he had his umbrella with him.

there has always been an umbrella.

the time he forgot his umbrella, i got a fever. well, that was after a night of beer and laughter... and rain.

rain... there was always rain. it didn't bother us a bit.

the rain didn't stop us either as we huffed and puffed our way up that trail that leads to a wide clearing so near the sky--for a moment, you'd think you've reached the top  of the earth... well, maybe because i was with somebody who'd look at me inside out and not be bothered about my flaws. i once asked him "now that you've seen my ugliness and flaw, do you hate me now?" and he said "no, not at all." that kept my sanity intact.

it was raining when i learned he's not mine to keep. i had no umbrella, and someone else was with me. my face was wet when i hailed a taxi--i didn't know if those were tears on my face, or just the rain.

again, he hurriedly unfurled his black umbrella as the rain delightfully danced on our skins and he hurried behind me, trying to catch up.we were on our way back from the clearing. this time, his umbrella was bound for retirement... maybe so am i... but he just felt like home--no matter how many beautiful places you've gone to, you'd still find your way back there.

it was under the umbrella where he embraced me. i didn't stay long in his arms. we were in the middle of the road. not that i minded, it's just that i couldn't bear his nearness knowing he is not mine . besides, there were cars who'd love to hit us like a bowling ball on a pair of immobile bowling pins--we were int he middle of the road after all and it was night and the headlights were dancing about.

some moments are borrowed... and his umbrella is beyond repair, or so he says. i thought to myself "me too,i'm beyond repair."

i don't really mind getting lost in the rain--i have my own black umbrella. it just would've been warmer to have someone beside me.

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disclaimer: this blog is not to be taken literally.