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I'll never forget the night I met him under that torrential downpour. My blonde hair was plastered to my face, and my white off-the-shoulder shirt clung to me like a second skin as we locked lips in the pouring rain. It was like the whole world had come alive around us - the thunder rumbled, the lightning flashed, and our bodies moved in perfect sync.
We'd met just a few hours prior at a dive bar down by the docks. I had my eyes on him from across the room - his rugged good looks and that mesmerizing beard of his caught me off guard. We danced to the music, laughed together, and before I knew it, we were drenched in rain, making out like our lives depended on it.
I've always been a free spirit, never one to be tied down or follow the rules. Growing up as a wild child had its perks - I was fearless, reckless, and always up for an adventure. But there's something about him that makes me feel like I've finally found my home. Like no matter what life throws our way, we'll weather it together, hand in hand, under the same stormy skies.
