When you're all alone, the rain feels good.

Here I was, sitting on the cement curb, looking up at the dark sky, the stars blinking at me without a care in the world. The moon was just about hidden, almost like it was afraid of something. But what could a moon be afraid of?

My thoughts in solitude scare me sometimes.

Cars keep roaring pass me, but they're never the one I'm looking for. Each time, I am drenched in filthy rain water that had been collected up in the gutters. But I don't care anymore; I was already soaked.

Then I am blinded by the headlights of a car. Not just any car, but his car. He pulls up to the curb a few feet away from me. I sigh and push myself off the ground. I stroll nervously to his car, fearing that he'll shun me because I am soaked. I would get his car all wet and dirty.

I reach the passenger door, and there he is, his blank silvery-blue eyes glancing over at me. His midnight dark hair is only slightly damp. He observes my condition and his eyes suddenly convey anger and frustration. Without a word, he sifts through the back of his car to find a beach towel that I left in there in August, and he sprawls it over the seat. He rolls down the passenger window about an inch.

"What are you waiting for? Get in," he snaps at me.

Looking sheepish, I open the door and carefully sit down. Then I look over at him, all my love and adoration for him in my eyes.

I don't know when I started loving Justin, star of the water polo team. At first it was a silly school girl crush; after all, he was very easy on the eyes. Then, by an amusing accidental occurrence, we became friends. He was a nice and funny guy, and I fell for him even more. Soon enough, over the course of three months, I fell in love. I just can't explain it.

My friend Trisha was a natural matchmaker. It was her passion. When one night, I spilled out everything, she swore to me to hook us up. I didn't believe she could do it, but she did. Now we've been dating for six months.

He continued to glare at me. "Caitlyn, do you know how much of a hassle you've become? You hinder me from doing the things I want to do. Like going out to a party with a bunch of my friends. I could've done that Wednesday, but I had to see your performance in Brodie! I was bored to tears you know. I could've been dancing, having a few beers, and getting it on with some hot chicks, but instead I had to watch you be 'Sandy'!"

He sighed, trying to gather composure but failing. "And now I had to pick you up, in the rain, and you're soaked and dirty!" He growled, "You damn bitch!" With those three words he hit me hard across the cheek. I didn't reply, I just let the tears run down my face.

No one knows. How could I tell people? They'd never understand. Yes, he yells at me. Yes, he insults me. Yes, he hits me. But I love him so much. I forgive everything he says, every one of his hits. Because he's only human.

"How was your day, Justin?" I begin quietly, still recovering from the shock of the hit. I look at him and grace him with a small smile.

Looking into his eyes, I can see his bubbling anger residing. He bites his lip and looks pensive for a moment, before his eyes begin to swell up with shock and guilt.

"Oh, Caitlyn---!" With something resembling a sob, he wraps his arms around me, trying to console. "I'm so sorry sweetie, I didn't mean that, I love you..." He strokes my blond-highlighted brown hair (wet from the rain). Then he takes my chin and kisses me sweetly, trying to tell me that he was sincere.

And I believe him.

Why do I let this cycle happen so often? Sometimes even I don't know. He causes me such great pain... but I'll do anything to stay with Justin, and to keep him... I love him more then anyone will ever know.

But from his pain, brings forth warmth and happiness, because he loves me... A kind of happiness no one will ever understand...

This is heaven to no one else but me.