Rain

Rain. Feels cold but refreshing at the same time as it hits my face. A person is walking towards me. We both look down on the ground as we pass by each other. Maybe I missed something really important by not looking at that face. Maybe it was the face I’ve been looking for since forever. A face that you just know the instant you look at it, is what you have been looking for. That one person who is going to understand what you’re all about.

But I don’t look up, because I’m afraid. Afraid of what I’ll see and what that other person is going to see. What if he can see my thoughts. What if he can discover my hidden feelings and emotions. What if it disgusts him. What if it scares him.

Sometimes other people scare me. Sometimes I look up and into another person’s eyes, and what I read in them are lust. The eyes are followed by a suggesting smile. It scares me and makes me angry at the same time. It’s not the fact of being wanted that is the bad part. It’s the fact that they don’t really want me. They want something I can give them. Something they can get from any woman. My special person is going to be somebody who wants me for something that he only can get from me.