Between Lines of Black and White

Note 6: My Stranger in the Dark of Winter

There was no past involved when i found myself intertwined around you in the dark of a club on a winter night. I had found my eyes captivated by yours and in a moment as blank as the white snow that fell outside, warm lips touched each other. Stuck in the heat of the moment, even if  the number of times we created a spark through physical contact wasn't sufficient to reach a significant threshold, your warmth was the only source generating the will to survive the grasp of night. Tell me, even if i may be in delirium from the alcohol that brought us fate, that you won't leave me after this. Knowing there was no past, i'm scared that similarly there would be no future. In the same pattern of nature, like snow turning into ice, i did not want your heart to gradually turn cold once the snow outside eventually came to pass and the club was but a barren aftermath...