Two adults who have known each other for seven years and whose souls are in harmony have entered into a relationship where they talk about "everything but love".
He remembered all her habits, like maintaining a sophisticated file, but he didn't dare ask her if she wanted an umbrella on a rainy day.
She longed for an unreserved rainstorm, but she only dared to reply "remember to bring an umbrella" to the weather forecast.
Until tonight, the heavy rain warning came as scheduled.
This was perhaps the most ordinary rainy day in their long and elegant stalemate.
Or maybe, it's the one who finally gets all the perfect disguises wet,
The last rainy day leaves my sincerity nowhere to hide.
Reading tips:
This is not a story about how love happens.
This is a story about how love "doesn't happen".
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Intention: On the unreachable rainy night, about the "not happening" and "impossibility" of love.
