I met him on a rainy afternoon. I was late, soaked, and frustrated — and he offered me his umbrella with the shyest smile I’ve ever seen.
We didn’t exchange names.
We just walked. Talked. Laughed.
Strangers… but somehow not.
He said, “Let’s pretend we’re not strangers. Just for today.”
So we did.
We ate street food, shared silly stories, watched the city lights from a rooftop.
No questions about the past.
No promises for the future.
Just one perfect day.
And when the sun rose, he was gone — like a dream I wasn’t supposed to remember.
But I still carry that umbrella.
And sometimes, when it rains…
I hope we’ll meet again.
