Like a storm that I did not see coming and only realized when I was already wet. Understanding the beginning of this and all stories: the rush, the looks, the insecurities, the nervousness.

Kindness in the looks, the eyes a bit sad but tender.

Asking about you, getting to know what could be relevant.

Savouring each moment, the perfume that remains on the skin, the silence that remains when the storm is gone but is not far away.