You would think that
running out in the rain after the girl you’ve always dreamed of having, would
be romantic. Sorry to tell you otherwise, but to be completely honest, it’s
kind of discouraging. Here you are, sprinting after the one you love, the one you
need, and the forces of nature are telling you to run inside. It’s already hard
enough that she’s running away from
you, let’s add a thunderstorm and make it even harder for you to light that
fire. Despite the negative connotation, the slashing, freezing, droplets of
water, made me want her even more. If that was even possible… and made me run
even harder. Panting, I finally reached her. I looked at her as she seemed to
watch everything around her besides my heart-tortured self. I don’t think she
even noticed the rain. I tried to catch my breath, wondering if she would ever
look at me.
you used "connation" wrong.
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