The sky is darkening all around us: black and blue like some beautiful bruise. Your coal-colored curls brush my cheek and it is like the soft touch of the first summer rain against my warm skin. My body shivers as it touches yours and your lips turn up into the awkward and lovely smile that I know so well. Rain begins to pitter patter pitter patter on the roof of your truck, and I can almost feel it slide down the already rusted metal. You gather me up in your arms and force my eyes to look into yours. They are obsidian, more like black black jewels than windows into the soul, but so beautiful regardless.

I reach my left hand up to brush your hair back from your face and I whisper, “I have always wanted to cliff dive in a storm.”

“Then let’s do it,” you say with a wicked smile transforming your features.

“Are you sure?” my voice breathlessly asks. You grab my shoulders, hard, and your eyebrows furrow in seriousness.

“I will always be willing to jump into a dark and deep and dangerous abyss with you.” And somehow I know we are now talking in metaphors, so I kiss you hard and you kiss me back and I realize this is the moment we fall in love.