He danced with me in the rain, right there in the street, without asking permission — he simply offered his hand, and I placed mine in it. We invented our own music, and for a moment the world disappeared. His kiss was warm, and his hands were certain, as if he knew exactly where he was leading me. Then he said, “Never choose a man who is afraid to get wet in the rain for you.” I laughed, but I never forgot. We walked away without exchanging numbers. Sometimes eternity is just one night — if you live it honestly.