This is my story for the contest, after publishing it in the right section, I wanted to share it with you, but I forgot, thank you dear BlurredLines, she reminded me of this with her magical Polar Opposites story. Be sure to read it. There should be a lot of them, right?
We loved each other so much, why did you leave? It's been 5 years, but I remember every second without you. I play macho who takes advantage of girls. But what is it really?
You took my soul with you, you trampled on my heart, but it still beats and waits only for you.
Outside the window is an unfriendly autumn, the sky is as gray as my life without you. Playing tough takes my last strength. Spit. Without you, I don't need anything.
When I see rain, I want to play hate, but I can't. Inside myself, where you live forever, I still love the rain, even more than before we met.
I will always remember us and the rain. From the first moment, when you wiped away the tears mixed with rainwater with my handkerchief, when I smiled like a child, covering you with my jacket, secretly admiring your grouchy eyes. They stole me back then.
It only got worse when you walked into my house at night, soaking all my expensive carpet with rain water. I was joking about you ruining it, do you want to be honest?
It was one of the best moments of my life and I am ready to ruin a hundred carpets, just to admire your strong character and principles again. You silently signed the contract, and I burned it, because our relationship from the first second was much higher than that.
The way you drunk and undeservedly offended enjoyed the rain on my birthday will always make me happy, even now that you're gone.
You hugged me, then I held your hands and taught you to love the rain, snuggling as much as I could. Then I finally understood that not only my soul, but also my body surrendered to you.
We were both wet from the rain, but burned with reciprocity. If you weren't drunk, I don't know what would have happened then.
What kind of macho am I? I am your faithful and even thinking that you betrayed me, I continue to wait for you and worship the image that exists in the drops of autumn rain outside the window and roses that I never threw out of the house.
Do you remember how I called Vedika by your name? It was not with you, but I told you, as I am telling you now, in this letter.
I finish typing and put the letter on the windowsill. You will read it later, we started this tradition on the day you returned.
I turn around and see you next to me, soaking wet from the downpour, with roses in your hands, you smile and cheerfully say: "Mr. Kapoor, this autumn is so beautiful, just like your eyes, let's go for a walk?"
I smile and follow her, knowing that today we are just the two of us. Our little Pihu spends the night with her aunt. And we can walk hand in hand again, to the sound of the rain that connected us. And I love the carpets covered with roses that you ruined.
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