A secret fondness

I have 15 minutes fellow reader, 15 minutes to tell you about how happy I felt on a particular moment for a particular pocket of time on this day, today was a rainy day and a day of hoarse winter, the drizzled drops complemented the cold air in such a way that only a mad man could smile in the face of it all, and for today I was, terribly and blissfully mad a man. A girl I secretly like had left some of her possessions with me but before I say any further let me tell you what do I mean by liking someone secretly, it is a feeling of utter confusion wherein the prospect of a beloved is veiled in questions even from you to be secretly fond of someone entails that the reason you are drawn to them is a secret as of now, even to you; however, we are as of now, very good and respectful friends. Yet I could not help but rejoice like a child when I had got the news that she would be here soon on this very cold and rainy day treading these very roads which I don't think of very often. Dear reader she was now here, present right in front of me, just 10 meters away it was raining ever so gently and like a mad man I walked without a care in the world into that rain and thrash of winter gust. I loved the rain even more so today and walking for those 10 meters were the most pleasant 10 meters I have probably walked compared to any other given day, I give her the belongings that I kept with utmost care she, gazing with an amused concern beckons me now to go home, oh how painful those words seemed then and now as I write them down, and unexpectedly but even more blissfully so she shaded me under her umbrella just as I was to leave. My dearest of readers, I am not further able to express what peace and glimmer I felt in my heart today, as I walked back through the roads which will now be of interest to me, back to my home.