#RainyNights

[xxiv-iv]

How do I stay away?

Cold rainy night

After a couple of beers

Confessions from the heart

Feelings I had never thought of

A lot of feelings in my heart

It drops down to my stomach

The melting of my heart when you hold my hand

When your leg touches mine

When I see you after a haircut

Every time I see you, I want to be around you

I want your attention

Your smile

Your embrace

Your smell

There's something special about you

I think it's how free I am when I'm with you

The long nights of conversation

The time spent being honest with each other

Being raw and genuine

I didn't know what intimacy was up until I spent time with you

It's not about being naked and free

It's about speaking about anything to each other

With no judgment

It's about sitting in silence and not being weird

It's about laughing when our glasses bump into each other when we're on a motorcycle ride back home

You lay your head on my shoulder

I stare up into the sky filled with stars

I'm grateful at this moment

The feeling I had, not a lot get to experience

You just held my waist and I felt it in my heart

I don't know how to stay away from you

I don't know how to ignore these feelings I have

I don't know how to kill these feelings I have for my best friend.

[lanternlightersblog]

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[theonlynailah]

[poeticjourneyman]

Rain's Embrace

It's 2:09 in the morning, and the rain continues to fall with increasing intensity. Each drop seems to contribute to a symphony of nature, a soothing melody that wraps around me. The rhythmic patter against the windows is a lullaby, and I find solace in the downpour.

I've climbed to the top floor of my house to fully embrace this moment. The rain, relentless and comforting, speaks to a part of me that hasn't been touched in a while. There's something profoundly calming about witnessing the storm from this vantage point.

As the raindrops cascade, I can't help but marvel at the sheer force of nature. It's a gentle reminder of life's simple pleasures. The sound, the sight, the touch — all elements converging into a harmonious dance that rejuvenates my spirit.

In the tranquility of this night, with the rain as my companion, I find a connection to something greater than myself. It's a beautiful reminder that, amidst the chaos, there's a serene beauty in the natural world. Tonight, I'm not just a spectator; I'm a part of the rain's embrace.

[una-vida-vibrante]

BCN nights

[faroukmarduk]

[fullpenguincupcake]

Broken Heroes and Daisies: A Christmas Eve with Luigi

It’s Christmas Eve, and the rain is coming down hard in Greenwich Village. Luigi stands across the street, his green cap pulled low, his jacket soaked through. He looks lost—nothing like the man who buys daisies every Sunday.

The bell jingles as you lock the shop, but you hesitate. “Luigi?” you call softly.

He looks up, startled, before crossing the street. Up close, his eyes are tired, and his voice is low when he says, “I didn’t know where else to go.”

You unlock the door again. “Come in.”

Inside, the shop is warm, the scent of flowers lingering. He sits at the small table near the counter while you make tea.

“I don’t know if I’m the man people think I am,” he admits, staring into the mug.

“You’re just Luigi,” you say, sitting across from him. “The man who buys daisies every Sunday.”

His gaze meets yours, softer now, and he reaches for your hand. “You remind me I’m still human.”

The rain outside fades as you lean closer. His kiss is hesitant but deepens when you don’t pull away. For a moment, the world is just you and him, finding warmth together on a cold, rainy night. Inside, the warmth of the shop wrapped around them. As they sat in the quiet, the space between them seemed to fade, and in that moment, their story could go anywhere. What happened next is up to you—whether they find solace in each other or let the world pull them apart, it's yours to decide.

[jessemachado777]

[khwinsblog]

My first short story in English.

#oldflame #shortstory #memorielane

[zhaojiaart]

The lights are on but nobody is there.

[devoureroffeelings]

[asprinkleofnutmeg]

[theonlynailah]

...but FEW are Chosen!

The support network surrounding you holds a profound impact on the world. Over the past 8-10 years, my life has been enriched by cherished individuals with whom I've shared countless memories. Being a true friend requires active communication and attentive listening.

I've had the privilege of connecting with diverse souls from various backgrounds. While I often express intentions to maintain these connections, the reality is different. I am present but not consistently engaged. Admittedly, I prefer to witness the highs of life and shy away from the lows.

Yet, within this vast network, there exists a select few whom I consider my chosen family. These individuals know me on a deeper level, and I find solace in their presence. While I may not always be physically closest to them, they are the ones with whom I can fully be myself, sharing vulnerabilities and aspirations alike.

As I ponder these thoughts on a rainy night in Arlington, I realize the value of these connections in shaping my journey.

12:03AM

[bubbleteaop]

@ordinaryanon

Idk what to title this….

[silentvoiceoftheheart]

Just some thoughts cascading down the window with rain