I have a long, slim and tall yellow umbrella. Regardless sunny or rainy days, he also seems to brace himself to face the weather fearlessly. The umbrella as everyone knows seems to keep his vulnerability concealed.
As the wind blows and the rain pours, does everyone feel that he should take care of himself and keep his emotions aside? He should have no loneliness to face, no worries to handle or perhaps what he need is someone by his side through the silent night. Sometimes I wonder, would he wish that the building might be able to save him from the rain? Who would keep the blanket warmth? Does it always necessary need to become a pair to be fulfilled?
As tough as it looks, he’ll always wish that someone might be able to share his sunny or rainy days. I have a long, slim and tall yellow umbrella…and the umbrella is me.
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