I hold the bottle out into the rain and watch as the steady flow slowly fills it. When there is enough enough that Beth can clearly see I close the bottle and hand it to her.She raises a skeptical eyebrow but accepts the bottle.Its our rain Beth.Her head barely shakes to show her confusion while I rub the back of my neck and search for my courage. I told you I loved you in this rain and when you doubt my words I want you to look at this bottle.

That must be love when everything else in the world could implode and you wouldnt care as long as you had that one person standing beside you.

Wed read about sirens in English this fall Greek mythology bullshit about women so beautiful their voices so enchanting that men did anything for them. Turned out that mythology crap was real because every time I saw her I lost my mind.

I love you enough to never make you choose.