The city in Spring was filled with misty rain.
You kept reminding her to take an umbrella.
But she always left without one.
You became her outdoor companion to keep her dry.
Summer storms came and went without warning.
There was no way you could prepare for that.
You gifted her a poncho tied with a yellow ribbon,
hoping it would keep her from the downpour.
One day you saw her running around a giant tree
with symphony of lightening and thunder.
Finally the epiphany hit you.
You were in love with a girl
whom you knew little about.
Flicker of Thoughts 
Haha! She wasn’t wearing the poncho, right?
π very nice.
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Correct. She was a wild child. And he was very tentative and protective.
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I love this ending. Because no matter how much we known someone there is always more to know, and also how much do we know anyway? Do we always share are upmost desires and fears and loves with someone. Great work as usual. Very intellectually stimulating!
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Thank you Ben. Knowing someone is not always straight forward. I am an outlier myself, so I agreed with what you commented.
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That’s lovely. I’m ready for the next chapter.
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Thanks Tony.
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This was solid food for thought, Cassa. I also interpreted it as: You can’t help someone who’s unwilling to save themselves.
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Spot on Roshni, some people are self destructing like the girl. She is wild. and He is caring, attentive and protective.
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Yes. I totally see what you mean. I’ve been both of them. I think it becomes too much effort to carry someone else’s burden when they aren’t willing to work on themselves.
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I second that.
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Cassa, your talent for writing is a very gifted one… your words, your prose touched by exceptional literary proficiency!
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Thank you Lance. I am humbled by your comment.
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It is a great pleasure, Cassa!
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