I wake up in the cashmere glow of my white sheet; the sun's shining bright and I go and get dressed in a lavender lilac dress. My unmade hair flies more than it should, as it flows away with the wind; it's raining now. The sun comes and goes; the rain never stops waiting. Their love is futile, but so is everything in love.
The guy at the coffee shop smiles at me a little more today, more than he usually does everyday. I give a faint smile back. I sit down as I look at a stranger walk in, he wasn't one a summer ago. I can almost smell the daisies he got me, clutching them as he was nervous about our first date, I can remember our first date, the second, the third, and all of the others. I'm not great at remembering smells, but this smell is like a spell. And I do not know how to break a charm. It was love that I had in mind a summer ago, it is till now that he has a love for just himself.
It's still raining even though the sun is still out, enough to drench my hair and my dress wet. I look at people running for cover; a woman goes running past me, after her hat. It is a complete mayhem though, but this is a feeling nothing can replace. I twirl my lilac dress and laugh, I laugh hard enough that I gather unwanted stern looks from strangers as the rain drops still dance with me, and I realise, I don't care about their opinions anymore.
It's the funny feeling in my stomach that makes me laugh at nothing. I'm happy. I feel alive. Am I in love? Probably. And for the first time, with myself.