We weren't talking. Not really.
The covers were up tight around my chest.
The rain picked up, the sound suddenly amplified.
I almost whispered, "I love it when it rains while im inside reading."
After a second he said, "It makes me feel more content"
And I thought, exactly, like this is where I'm meant to be.
But i didnt say it.
Those were my thoughts, my feelings.

But I guess they were his too.

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[par-uh-shoot] noun, verb, -chut·ed, -chut·ing.
a folding, umbrellalike, fabric device for allowing a person, to float down safely through the air from a great height.

“But it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.” — American Beauty