In The Mood For Love
The lost letters. The connected food. The little words. The long silences. The invisible walls. The dried flowers.
The night was warm in spite of the rain. Her arms were wet. She made no move to wipe them. She cast a glance at him. He was leaning against the wall as always, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. So many similarities yet so different. The rain flowed in waves driven by an unknown wind. She remembered last night. Inexplicable feelings mixed with the sudden shiver that traveled down her back.
The late nights. The noisy neighbors. The rhythmic ringing. The passionate poetry. The rough stubble.
He wished the rain would stop. Their moment. Their instant of time under the rooftops would stop. Thunder rolled in the distance punctuating his thoughts. He shifted his legs.
“Do you think we should run for it?”
“I’d hate to see your dress get wet”
“Did I tell you that you look good in this dress?”
“I didn’t think you noticed such things”
As if on cue the rain stopped. They walked back slowly. A taxi would have been the logical choice but the thought never crossed their minds. The street glistened with water sliding down nooks and crannies. Their shadows almost touched.
The moment had come to pass. What was left unsaid would remain unsaid forever. The rain had taken with it their little secret. Years would pass. Times would change. But they knew. They knew a little secret that would remain in their hearts like unused clothes in an old wardrobe.
(Cross-posted on my blog)