He loved me like he had never been hurt

I lay on the bed waiting for a call when I heard a voice through the window. “You wait all day, everyday for him” it said”Why don’t you come out and play with me, for a change?” I made a face of indecisiveness. “Oh! I will drench your soul with merriment,” the voice said. Now, that was an offer I couldn’t resist. I still took my time walking out. But the minute I reached outside, he poured himself on me. I had never felt so much pleasure, I had never had so much fun, and before I knew what was happening, my thought of the call was shunned.

The rain was pitter-pattering on me. No, I am not made of steel or any other metal. But my head was so heavy with thoughts and obsessions, that it really sounded pitter-patter when the rain drops fell on me. I walked calmly down the street, looking at people rushing about in the down-pour. They all looked at me strangely and I tried to read what they thought. Some thought I was funny and some thought I was a cracked pot. “They would never understand our relationship,” I told my new friend. He said, “I don’t care what they are thinking, they don’t know the meaning of fun.” We exchanged our first smiles and I told him my head weighed a ton, he said, let us start our work here, give me just a minute and all your worries will be undone. I took his lead and gave myself up completely. I never thought this could happen, but he loved me, like he was never hurt. I was led into a trance, where nothing else mattered and yet nothing was by-chance. While we continued our journey, I watched him play-up. I laughed at his boyish trials and held the special moments in my cup. He bawled like the thunder and he laughed like the light. “Watch me glisten in the night,” he said. Then he made himself big and heavy and when he hit the road, he sparkled. I jumped up all merry and he exchanged a high-five with the floodlight of the car and that was all it took me to say to him “Come here and hug me tight.” We embraced, forever and then it was time to leave. I said to him, it was a pleasure meeting you my buddy but I must rush home to my other love. Thats when I came to my writing and wrote about my encounter with a mysterious stranger. I wrote– “I was all alone, in the dark, with a stranger, but it had never felt so right” and that was the start of my love story that is never going to stop.