Every Time It Rains

"Will you write to me?" she asked.

"I'd love to."

Stacey looked at the back door of the diner and then stepped close to me. A second later we were kissing. It lasted only a few seconds, but to this day I can still feel her lips on mine. I receive letters from Stacey regularly with pictures of her and Rory. He is growing into quite a young man and she is as pretty as ever. She seems very happy. I am married and have two children myself and am very happy as well. Still, every time it rains, I go back to a stormy night in 1992 and wonder what might have been.