He looked at me as if I was an open book and he had read it; read my past, my thoughts and the scariest part of them all, my heart.
He was my demise, yet I couldn’t refuse his touch.
So I caved in and let him abolish me.
When I was young I was told that our eyes are the windows to our souls.
I don’t think I fully understood what that meant until I met the one person who ever looked me in the eye.
The only person who saw the real me.
The only person who stole my soul and broke my heart when he looked away.
When you stare at me so intently I can’t say a word.
I remember it like it was yesterday when I used to hate the rain, until you came into my life, and taught me how to look past the drops that fell.
As we embraced the thunder and lightening, as we grew more numb and wet, I realized that new beginnings weren’t so bad after all.
I fell hard for you, and beside you, I remained until the night was over.
Now whenever I see the rainfall I think of you on that night.
I think of you, when you taught me how to survive a storm, by learning how to dance in the rain.
It was that night, when I looked up, when I gazed  into your hazel eyes, as the raindrops fell onto your lashes…
I wanted to dance with you, in the pouring rain, forever.