The Kiss

The Kiss
by Carlo Ibarra

We were in the park when rain began to pour. She screamed, looking for non-existent shade.

I laughed.

Giving up the search, she froze, laughing. I threw myself onto the grass and let the raindrops slap my face. She lay beside me.

Suddenly, her lips touched mine. Those soft lips I’ve always dreamed of.

“Where’d that come from?” I asked, “Don’t you like—”

“Never. T’was always you.”

I smiled.

Looking into her eyes, I fell.

“I love you.”

As the rain grew weaker, I held her close to me.

Someone tapped my shoulder.

“Last stop na po!”