short story crazy about you

short story crazy about you

“Crazy about you, boo”

  If only love could be as neat and perfect as those tiles.   The thick black frame that lined the white tiles of the ceiling I was staring at mesmerized me. I needed the distraction.   It had been a long few of weeks in this hospital bed and I couldn’t wait to finally get out of here. The scratches on my face and hand had healed pretty well from what I could feel, so I was ready to go. The rain against the windows had tapped me awake and reminded me of the man coming to pick me up.   I loved him so much. Every time it rained like this I flashed back to the day we became “Us”. The rain was our thing, as crazy as that might sound. I fall in love with him in the rain.
“I’ll never let it rain on you” He said to me on our third date.   That line sounded so corny so I quickly gave him the boy please glance. It was raining cats and dogs outside.   I had just stepped out of his house and was about to jog daintily to the car before my hair got wet.   A black woman doesn’t play with her weave so I knew I had to make it to his car in about 10 seconds or less or I was going to be at Yolanda’s hair salon all day waiting for an open chair.   Just as I took my foot off his top step he grabbed me and pulled me back in to hug him.   I looked up to see him smiling but before I could ask him what he was doing he then took off his coat and put it over my head.
“I told you I won’t let it rain on you.”   He said as he looked outside his door.
I was speechless which says a lot because I’m never without my biting wit.   It may have seemed like a small gesture but it was completely unexpected.   We ran to the car, actually he ran I walked fast because heels and wet ground should be avoided whenever possible. He had always opened the doors for me but in the rain without a coat on I expected him to just unlock the doors from his side.   He didn’t.   I smiled, slid in the passenger’s seat and stared out the window on my way home.   It had been...