The rain was steady all morning, never letting up for a moment. After the hearing to decide, by a solitary all-knowing judge, whether the child would live with and be raised 95% of her young life with one parent or another, the small hearing participants rushed through the downpour to the parking lot and respective cars. There was no way for anyone that morning to escape the drenching.
As the two cars pulled out into traffic, his car being behind, the little daughter turned around from in the back of her front car and noticed him through the pouring rain. She climbed up in the back and pressed her face up against the back window, sobbing with every ounce of her young being, continuing to stare at him behind in the other car.
She raised both hands towards him, from car to car, with the relentless rain between them, as if to be begging him to rescue her from the 'impartial' judge's decision. As her car pulled off from the light, speeding up, her face disappeared in the rain.
It was twelve years later, almost to the day of that rainy morning's date, that someone knocked quietly on his door. When he opened the door, late, a young woman was standing there, smiling, "Do you remember me? I remember everything about you...."
And that's what I believe, with a different approach, love is.....!
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