Emma Tolly was expecting a lot of things this afternoon. What she wasn't expecting was to find a letter from Tancred, her sort of boyfriend. She could tell it was him by the scrawling, yet still somehow neat writing.
Very gently she opened it up. She was wrong. It wasn't a letter. It was a poem. It wasn't that long, just ten lines. She began to very slowly read the poem that Tancred had written.
If we were a storm, you'd be thunder and I'd be lightning.
When it rains we'll always be close to each other.
You can see me and I can hear you.
When it's raining at two-fourty-six in the morning, you wake up because of the sound of rain and out of nowhere, your room lights up from your window.
Just for that brief moment, you are surrounded by me. Moments later I hear thunder crack and I know it's you proclaiming your love for me.
You're my thunder and I'm your lightning.
Happy Valentine's day Em-
Tancred
Very gently, Emma put the letter in her pocket and brushed away a tear. "Thanks Tanc" she whispered.