It was late June.
That day the rain was due.
The wind blew leaves into my face
And when I opened my eyes they were gone without a trace.
I trudged the familiar path.
Heading to the dorms with my school gear intact.
You came up to me.
A bit curious I listened to what you spat.
First you asked for my name.
I returned the favour just to be polite.
“I love the way you walk.
It's beautiful and filled with elegance.”
Your words made my day
And just like that we walked together.
Side by side under the light showers of the rain.
Soon we parted.
We bid our farewells,
but not before exchanging numbers.
Thus began the long nights of conversation.

It started with an awkward hello
But...