The rain patters against my windowpane, an unsteady rhythm matching the beat of my heart. My heart pounds in time to music of my life. I dance to the music of my life. The dance is unchoreographed; it takes me where it will. Where it has taken me is beyond the borders of my imagination, to a land of unfathomed joy. Such a joy that has spurned from hope, a glorious hope. This is a hope that I what feel for the one person I like in no other way I’ve liked any way before feels the same for me. For if that were to come true, it would take me beyond happiness. Beyond happiness would be like a rainbow after listening to the rain as it patters against my windowpane.