kiss in the pouring rain

the last time ill get to kiss him. and it was pouring like crazy. it felt so great and it was the only thing i wanted. after that all i could do was smile and laugh. i just couldnt help it.

hell of a last kiss.

on top of the world right now. :D
it was everything i hoped for. :) _{i love him so much.}

i had to drive him home. while we walked out to the car, he kissed me in the rain. and it was amazing. then we got to his house, were sitting in the driveway, and i told him we should get out and stand in the rain and get soaked.
he was all for it. even though i was halfway kidding. he knew that i actually totally wasn’t. :)

so we stood in the pouring rain, getting soaked. and kissing the whole time. :] :] :]
it was so incredible. you might wonder what could possibly be so amazing..i even wondered if it would really be that special..but it totally was. with the rain falling in your eyes, your mouth, your face…ahh lovely.
simply gorgeous.
=]

my boyfriend knows i’m a sap.
especially when it comes to romantic movies (and sometimes t.v. shows, too).
the final scene in breakfast at tiffany’s.
the scene with the swans and then the rain from the notebook.
miranda and steve in sex and the city.
all of it, like clockwork every time, makes me cry.
kisses in the rain, are my the worst of my weaknesses.

we spent the beginning of the afternoon on the swing in my backyard.
the weather was perfect and we were just happy.
eventually though it got windy and the thunder started.
we stayed out until i felt rain.
we spent the next two hours sitting in my screened in porch.
listening to music, kissing, and watching the rain.

i pulled him up from his chair.
outside it was pouring. exactly the way i like it.
i walked backwards, with his hands in mine to the door.
which i pushed open with my foot.
as soon as we got outside, we were soaked.
he leaned in, knowing exactly where this was going, and kissed me.
he tasted like rain, and i could feel rain pouring down my face and his.
it was perfection.
everything i’d been dreaming about.
everything i’d been wanting.

and as he took me back into the porch and pressed me against a wall, about to continue kissing me,
i whispered,
‘i finally got my breakfast at tiffany’s moment.’
and he kissed me again.

I could have done it this weekend ( It’s always raining in Holland :() But the boy wasn’t speciale enough to do it with…

It was summer and we had been at a high school graduation party. We were both going seperate ways – Her to Georgetown U and me into the Marines. We both knew it was coming to the end for us. We started walking home when she started to cry. She said she didn’t want to say goodbye. It started raining that warm summer rain that blended her tears. I said that it didn’t matter that we were over because our love for each other wouldn’t be. We kissed under the street lamp outside her house until we were soaked. It was the best kiss I’ve ever had. That was twenty years ago. We’re still friends and everytime that summer rain comes, we still remember.

The perfect kiss….

now all i need is the rain. :) :) !!!

somehow, he always knows what i need.

so when i started crying he held me close and just let me cry it out before trying to fix me.
he had heard me cry before, he had fixed me when i was broken.
he’d dealt with panic attacks and nervous breakdowns.
but only via telephone.

now, we were lying on the couch in his basement and i was bawling.
and as usual, he was picking up the pieces of whatever inside me had broken.

he likes to joke that i bring the rain.
it seems, that when i cry it starts raining.
sometimes, when it rains, he’ll call me out of the blue.
right after my last class lets out, late at night, or some other random time when he normally would not have called.
and he’ll ask me if i’m okay.
and then tell me he was worried since it was raining that i might be upset.

this time was no different.
my tears came, and so the rain came too.
in heavy sheets, with thunder that resonates through the house, making his sisters scream.

when i had finally calmed down he stood me up and held me in his arms.
and he leaned down to whisper just loud enough for me and me alone to hear “you want to go kiss in the rain?”

we did.

and i couldn't have asked for more.

this is why i need him.

Perhaps I’ve watched “Pride & Prejudice” too many times…No, that’s impossible.
But it is a perfect referent as to why I’d like to do this someday.

The boyfriend hates the rain. Loves being inside during the rain, and won’t go out in it.

Dream: smashed to pieces.