Taking A Stroll Down A Pavement

"Are you busy?"
"Huh? No, what's up,"
"Uhm... I was wondering... uhm, nevermind,"
"What? What is it? Just tell me,"
"Well, you see, a few of my friends are having a party... i've been invited, but I don't have anyone to go with me... Can you be my escort?"
"Me? You sure? Where's the party at?"
"In KL, Ascott,"
"But I don't have transport, and err..."

And I looked you in your eyes and saw that infinite sadness in your beautiful soul.

"Oh well, sure, i'll come. What's the dress code?"
"You will? Thanks alot! Semi-formal... but a little casual. It's just a party with a group of friends,"
"Alright then, i'll be seeing you. Wait, how am I gonna get there?"
"We can take a cab together, let's meet up and go from here on that day,"
"Ok,"

And it was decided.

"wow. I was shocked for a while. You're a little... over dressed?"
"I am? It's just a tee with a shirt over it... but yeah, maybe a little. I'm hungry, you wanna grab something to eat first before we go?"
"Yeah, let's. We've still alot of time,"

A moment of embarassment.

"So... what do you want me to do when we get there?"
"Hm... just relax and help out prepare some stuff,"
"And... after that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I don't know anybody there, so don't leave me alone, okay? Haha,"
"Yeah of course! You're my escort,"

Uncertainty. A mistake?

"Uhm, hi,"
"He's my escort for today,"
"Can I help with anything? Carrying stuff and... oh, okay,"

A smile. And even more embarassment.

"Just relax here with the guys, i'll be in the room smoking up a bit,"
"Ah... okay,"
"You want some?"
"Oh, no thanks,"

And there was laughter.

"It's my ex,"
"Huh? Oh... uhm,"
"Just keep quiet... I don't want to see him,"
"Alright,"

A gripping hand, anxiety, sadness, fear, anger. A welling of emotions.

"I still love him so much, but he's done so many things,"
"Hey, it's alright... these kind of things takes time, right?"
"I know... but it still hurts so much,"
"Hey, you've got a lot of friends and-"
"Can I borrow your knee?"
"What? I mean, okay, but..."

And there was the first connection. Tears, sadness, happiness. Love.

"I fell asleep? Oh, why didn't you wake me up?"
"You looked so tired and comfortable, sorry, I didn't know what to do!"
"It's okay... brr, it's freezing,"
"Yeah, we better get in... Ouch, my leg's asleep,"
"It is? I'm so sorry,"
"Ha ha, it's alright, it's alright, i'll just wait a bit,"

Some time to think, but just not enough.

"Wow, i'm really cold, i'm gonna go in one of the rooms and use the blanket,"
"You gonna be alright? You're really freezing,"
"Yeah I will, just gonna go warm up a little,"

And a nudge from another person, a small persuasion, a set up.

"Hey, is everything alright?"
"Haha, still freezing,"
"Let me get you more things to cover yourself with,"
"No, it's okay, i'll be fine... can you, uhm, come over here?"
"Huh? Oh, okay,"
"You're warm,"

An awkward silence. A closeness that was never felt. A spark of life. A kiss.

"What was that for?"
"I don't know,"

An act of impulse. Lust, love. A return. An embrace.

"Hey... are you sure you want to do... this?"
"Uhm, I... i'm not sure. I shouldn't. I feel like i'm taking advantage of you,"
"We better stop..."
"Yeah. It's getting late, you need to get back,"
"Alright... i'll tell the rest,"

A realisation. Guilt. Or... self protection?

"Can I hold your hand?"
"Uh... okay, but I dont think..."
"Nevermind, i'm sorry,"

Tears again. Looked away. Buried in questions that had no certain answer. And even then... hands were held anyway.

"Coffee?"
"Yeah, coffee's good,"
"So... I think we should know each other more,"
"We should,"
"I mean, i'm not a very social person, and you just got off a relationship, and... I don't know what i'm trying to say,"
"You're silly,"
"I am? Yeah, I am,"

Confusion. But a certainty deep inside.

"Let me hold your hand a little more..."
"Alright. Sure,"
"Thanks..."

A feeling of deep warmth. Happiness. A companion. An empty void that was whole again. No longer alone.

"I'll see you around, okay?"
"Yeah, okay,"
"It's been a long night... good night,"
"Good night,"

Questions everywhere. But just no time. Too much in just one night.

"Oh, hi! I... didn't see you yesterday,"
"Yeah... I was busy with something. How's... everything?
"Everything is alright,"
"Yeah? That's good then,"

A remembrance. A renewal of feelings. A confirmation. An answer to every question.

"Hey, is it okay if I dropped by your place?"
"Huh? Why?"
"I don't have any tranport home today... a friend can pick me up, but he can't come all the way,"
"Oh... so you mean he can pick you up from my place? Well, that's okay, I guess,"
"It's okay? Thank you,"

Questions again. Uncertainty. A need to know.

"This is my room. A little messy, right? Sorry about that,"
"It's alright..."
"So, let's hang out and wait for your friend to call you,"
"Yeah... let's,"
"Hm... what do you wanna do?"
"I don't know..."
"Well, let's... think of something,"
"You've got a small bed,"
"Yeah..."

A night that will never be forgotten.

"That was... amazing,"
"Yeah, it was,"
"It's getting late... can I stay the night here?"
"Yes, of course, you can,"

And the night went on, and on. Nothing else, in this entire world, in the heavens, in the stars, except for two people. A night that will last forever.