Él.

Rainy days were the best days.
After university, he would come pick me up, an extra bag on his arm filled with extra scarf, an extra jacket just to make sure I will be warm enough.
He would hold me close in his arm as he holds the umbrella and we would walk on the street. He would buy hot dog and we would share it, still as we walk, still as he makes a way so he holds the hotdog, me, and the umbrella. Somehow it works, and
somehow I get home dry except for my shoes, and I would always watch him walk away with a sinking feeling in
my heart because half of him would be wet.
That’s how he loves me.
Before he leaves, he would always make sure I was dry, he always made sure I was perfect as a porcelain vase
made by the most intricate hands.
He fixed every strand of my hair. I
enjoyed it when he did that. Because at
those moments I get to see him up close.
I always felt like the most beautiful when I’m with him.

And what’s amazing about him was that he never failed to pull through. His
hugs were warmest under the rain, and his kisses were sweetest under the
sun.