It was a party at someone's house where they met. They spent
most of the night alone, until they went out for some air.
Outside they started talking. They hit it off, right from
the start. They left the party together, going to some
neighborhood bar for a few drinks together.
They had drunk more then a few drinks, but they were feeling
good with themselves and pleasant in each other's company.
Walking side by side, dancing a little in every step,
tonight they were happier than they have been in a long
time. But they both knew, they felt it, that in the morning
it would end and they'll have to say goodbye.
But until the morning they still had a few hours. They felt
something for each other, something neither of them felt in
a long time for anyone. They wanted to be with each other.
They wanted to feel each other. They wanted to be a part of
each other.
They spent the rest of the night in her house, moving
together, acting together, being one. They felt each other
the way they haven't felt in a long time.
As the night ended and sunlight began showing in the window
of her bedroom, they were lying in bad, so close they were
almost one. But they weren't. Not anymore.
A tear fell from her eye on him. She knew it had ended.
He got up, not showing how tired he was. He put on his
clothes and went for the door. Before he got out and left,
he knew that they would never forget each other.