They had met in the most unconventional of ways. He always wondered, of all the people how did they connect to each other? They had chatted a number of time, which at first seemed awkward and strange, but slowly began to feel welcome and comforting. They were two lonely souls finding solace in each other.
They had met before, at a mall, chatting at length about everything under the sun, about life, career, love, friendship, bitching about other members, about themselves, helping each other get over their loneliness. The bond that was formed when they connected only made them fonder of each other.
Today as they were meeting for dinner, he had this feeling, a feeling he had not felt in a while. How was it possible that he could feel this way about someone he only got to know a short while? There was still so much they needed to know about each other. But still he had that feeling, a longing, that he just couldn’t shake off or wouldn’t shake off.
Throughout dinner, they laughed and they they talked. Smiled and shared dishes. People in the restaurant would have easily mistaken them for a couple of lover birds, never knowing they were just friends. They discussed about love and heartbreaks, of expectations and if happily ever after existed.
All through dinner and the conversation he felt a warmth within him, which only grew warmer with each passing moment. He sat there staring at the face of person that sat in front and smiled almost awkwardly. How could he feel this attraction to this magnificent creature that sat in front of him? Would they reciprocate back this feeling that he felt inside, which could no longer hide. It all seemed so wrong but it felt so right.
Dinner was done and the bill was dutched. They decided to catch coffee at the nearest coffee shop. So as they rode down silently, as their bellies were full, in the chill of the night breeze. He felt a hand enveloping his waist and a warm breath at the back of his neck. His heart fluttered and flipped a thousand times, and began to beat and burn with passion greater than any passion he had felt.
He just stopped at the next turn and got off and turned, only to find they were facing each other. He was afraid of what would or what could happen next. He was scared that he would be rejected, scared that he had read the signs all wrong, if he could read signs at all. But he had to take his chance, whether it felt wrong or right, it was now or never.
He slowly leant forward, with all the courage he could muster. To his surprise, his actions was mirrored. Without a warning, the dam that held them back just burst open and the passion that was burning inside them just began to flow.
Their lips met and parted, their tongues wrestled with each other. There was that familiar warmth, one that he had not felt or tasted in a while. Their arms enveloped each other, holding on to each other tightly, as if their life depended on it. They stopped and stared at each other. This really was happening. Unable to fight the pull they radiated, their lips once more met, but this time it was more than the lips that were the recipient. The moonlight provide just enough light.
They were conscious of their surroundings and broke off at the first sign of life or any movement, only to reunite once again, like lovers having a clandestine meeting. They just couldn’t keep their hand or their lips from each other.
Finally they stopped and slowly smiled at each other, knowing what happened was special. They rode back in silence, in ashamed and glad, holding on to each other. They had taste of each and smell of each other.
Finally they reached the train station and it was time for one last embrace. They embraced passionately, stealing one final kiss, away from the prying eyes. They said goodbyes and good nights and parted ways. He stood staring as this beautiful creature as made its way back home. He stood there longingly with a feeling of bliss , glad he had met him and shared these beautiful moments, no matter what the world may say about it.
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