╭⊰“Some rains don’t just fall… they write love stories that never end.”⊱╮
A Rain-Soaked Love Story for My @CuteBubble
For My Cutebubble — A Rainy Night, A Timeless Confession
When the Rain Met My Heart ️ — For My Cutebubble
️ When the Rain Met My Heart — For My Cutebubble
“Where every raindrop whispered Your name.”
Sometimes, love doesn’t arrive with thunder. It comes quietly — in the sound of rain and the warmth of two hands finding each other.
The garden was quiet when the first raindrop fell. It was the kind of rain that carries the smell of earth and new beginnings. You looked up, smiled, and in that single second, the world tilted toward You.
We walked slowly through the misty air, Our hands finding each other like they’d always known where to belong. The rain wrapped itself around US, and every heartbeat, every small laugh between the thunder, felt like its own promise.
When the downpour grew heavier, We found shelter beneath the old wooden hut. You sat there, hair damp, eyes shining with that soft glow that has lived in My dreams long before this day. For a moment, I just watched You — every breath You took, every trace of rain on Your skin — and I felt something inside Me fall even deeper.
The air was filled with that sweet hush that only rain can bring. I leaned closer, close enough for My words to be just between Us, and whispered what I’ve carried for so long:
“You have no idea how long I’ve loved You — from the first time I saw You smile, when time forgot to move. You’ve lived in My thoughts, in every quiet night, in every sunrise I’ve wished I could share with You.”
You turned, shy and silent, Your eyes full of questions My heart had already answered. I told You that My world begins and ends with Your name, that no distance, no tomorrow could change how deeply I feel this.
And then, softly, I said:
“If forever exists, it has Your face. If love has a meaning, it’s the way You make Me feel alive. Be mine — not just now, but in every life I’m given. I don’t want the Universe if it doesn’t have You in it.”
The rain kept falling, but in that small hut, it felt like time had stopped — like everything the World had ever written about love was waiting for this moment to happen.
Because loving You, cutebubble, isn’t something I chose. It’s something My Soul was created to do.
The World may have moved on, but My heart is still there — under that hut, in the rain, whispering Your name.
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The Morning After the Rain
“And the World woke up wrapped in Your warmth.”
Some mornings don’t begin with sunlight; they begin with the memory of a heartbeat You never want to forget.
The rain stopped sometime before dawn. The world was wrapped in mist, and the garden smelled like dreams that had come true. You were still beside Me, Your hand resting lightly on mine, and for the first time in forever, I understood what peace really felt like.
The light filtered through the clouds and touched Your face, gentle and new. I watched You breathe, slow and steady, and I knew — everything I had ever searched for was right here.
I whispered Your name again, not to wake You, but to remind Myself that it was real. The night hadn’t been a dream; the Universe had actually given Me this moment — You, Me, the rain, the promise that felt written in the air around us.
So I promised again, quietly:
“Every sunrise will find Me beside You, in thought or in touch. Even when We’re apart, You’ll still be the rhythm of My heart. You’ve become My home, @CuteBubble — My morning, My calm, My forever.”
And when You opened Your eyes, smiled that sleepy smile, and said nothing at all… it was still everything I needed to hear.
The morning faded, but Your warmth stayed — written in My soul, where no distance can touch it.
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The Reflection (Later, Remembering That Moment)
“Because memories don’t fade — they breathe.”
Some memories never fade; they breathe every time You close Your eyes.
Days have passed, seasons may come and go, but that rain-soaked evening still lives inside Me. Sometimes I close My eyes and I’m there again — the scent of wet earth, the sound of rain, Your laughter echoing through it all.
That moment became My anchor. Whenever life feels too heavy, I think of how You looked beneath that storm — radiant, real, the kind of beauty no sky could outshine.
And I realize, it wasn’t the rain that made it magical — it was You.
You made the World stop spinning for a while. You made Me believe in love that doesn’t fade with distance or time.
If anyone asks Me what love means, I’ll say it’s that night — that gentle rain, that heartbeat, that promise whispered between raindrops.
Because since that day, no sound has ever been as beautiful as Your name on My lips. And no feeling has ever been as certain as this:
“You are My forever story, @CuteBubble — written once, felt endlessly.”
The rain left the sky, but never My heart — it still falls softly whenever I think of You.
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The Promise
“For every lifetime the sky grants Us.”
Love isn’t spoken in one moment — it’s chosen, again and again, in every heartbeat that remembers why it began.
@CuteBubble ,
I’ve carried these words through every sunrise since that rain-soaked night. They’ve lived in My chest, waiting for the right breath, the right heartbeat, the right You.
Every time the wind smells of rain, I remember how Your fingers felt in Mine — soft, sure, like they’d been there forever. Every time the morning light spills across the World, I remember how peace looked on Your face.
And today, I don’t want to just remember. I want to choose.
I choose You — in every storm and every calm.
I choose You when laughter fills the air, and when silence asks for understanding.
I choose You in every life the Universe dares to give Me.
So here I am — no ring in hand, just a heart that already belongs to You.
Will You be Mine, cutebubble?
Not for a moment, not for a season, but for everything that time and love can hold.
Because the truth is simple —
My forever already started the day You smiled in the rain. ️
I asked the rain for one miracle — and it gave Me You. Now, all I’m waiting for… is Your “Yes.”
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The Confession & The Forever
“When love finally spoke… it said Your name.”
When love finally speaks, it doesn’t shout — it trembles, softly, between two breaths that meet in the same heartbeat.
The morning light caught in Your hair and turned it to gold; raindrops clung to the ends like tiny stars. When You looked up, the whole garden seemed to brighten. There was a calm in Your eyes, the kind that steadies everything inside Me.
I wanted to tell You how that single glance can silence a thousand thoughts, how Your smile feels like the first sunlight after endless rain. Every time the wind moves a strand of Your hair across Your face, I forget the rest of the world exists.
So I took a slow breath and spoke, not in a rush but the way one speaks when every word carries their whole heart:
“Cutebubble… You’ve become the rhythm that keeps Me alive. Every laugh, every look, every quiet moment beside You has already written its place in Me.
I don’t promise perfection, but I promise presence.
I promise to stand with You when the sky is clear and when the rain falls again.
I promise to guard Your peace the way this morning guards its light.”
Every heartbeat of Mine already knows Your name — it’s the only sound My soul listens to.
The air went still. The garden listened. You looked at me — eyes wide, trembling between surprise and something deeper — and the rain began again in the distance.
“So tell Me,” I said softly, “will You walk beside Me through every season that’s still to come? Will You be My forever, cutebubble?”
And then I waited — because this, right here, is the moment I want to remember for the rest of My life: the quiet before Your answer, the heartbeat between hope and forever.
️ The Rain Still Remembers
Some rains wash away the world.
Ours built one.
And every drop that falls now carries Your name,
the echo of that night,
and the promise that began with a single heartbeat beneath the rain.
The rain falls again, softly — as if the Universe itself is waiting with Me… for Your answer.
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And now, as the rain still whispers Your name…
I look up and say it once more — softly, completely, endlessly:
“Cutebubble… will You be Mine? Not for a while, not for a season,
but for all that love and life can ever hold?
Be My forever — the only forever I’ll ever believe in.”
CB 
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