I don’t feel bad.
There is something significant and peaceful in the air.
I see everyone running past, dodging raindrops like the bullets of battle.
But they barely make a dent on my lightened euphoria.
It is dark yet shining with brilliance.
It should be melancholy, anger, sadness, distress.
But it is the one thing that didn’t hurt, the one thing that stays with me like the smile etched on my face.
That first day.
Before expectations, before regret, or anger or doubt.
I hadn’t heard the ball drop yet, to find myself left in a dark room.
The candle hadn’t burned out yet.
And the trust had yet to be found.
But that first day.
Before puddles we had to dodge, before secrets we had to keep.
It was just us, and your dogs of course.
Just the two of us locked in that kind of awkward and shuddering embrace where we’re lost in the lack of complexity that is found in a kiss.
Just a kiss.
Rain.
Before I felt bad.