In the Rain

I sighed. And there was the realization that it was raining. Warm drops that fell into the open window. Finally he spoke, "I want you to know..."

A moment passed where it seemed he searched for the reason he spoke in the first place. "I think I'm dying." 

We didn't look at each other and my gaze still was turned toward the sky through the open window.

"Either that. Or. Uh... I think I may love you. I can't tell yet... But I can feel it." 

He said nothing else after that, as if those words had been more physically taxing than making love. And then it was quiet save for the rain. And we laid there until the storm was over.