The rain rolled off the autumn leaves and dripped onto the puddles of the concrete sidewalk below. The street lamps shone brightly through the crystal droplets, spilling an array of different blurred colors against the gray and violet backdrop of a rainy twilight evening. And nothing but the rhythmic sound of my rain boots coupled with the crinkling of his raincoat resounded through the chilly September wind, as we strolled through an unknown park in an unknown city, with an unknown mission in mind. But we weren’t purposeless, for we were creating a memory, and together, under the single umbrella he supported with right hand and my fingers softly entwined in his left, we continued on through the deepening sunset in complete silence, save for the twinkling of a few droplets of crystal that fell from the heavens.
What a beautiful evening to spend it with the person who would gladly sip tea with you in the middle of the afternoon and sit with you on the fire escape to watch the sun rise. What a beautiful evening to be out with the one who loved you more than life itself, the one who built a kingdom with the bricks of your soul and rooted you to the very ground of your beliefs. What a beautiful evening to be. A memory never again to be recreated from the ashes of tomorrow’s burning sun, never again to be recreated period. After all, a memory is a stamp you collect from the past, only to stick on a letter you send to the future.
With our heads bent low against the increasing drumming of the rain, we strolled past another lamp, another tree. Beautiful night; beautiful silence. The most priceless stamp of all.
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