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Under the Umbrella

As Jason and I left the restaurant after one of my best first dates, I could hardly believe it was raining. I’d felt an instant connection to him and had wanted to be done crying: for lost time, lost love, lost faith. I took his arm, and he smiled as we navigated the uneven stones of the old city on the walk back to our cars. When we reached mine, he asked if he could text me. I licked my lips and nodded, and when he kissed me goodbye, that warm rain washed away what were now tears of relief.


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