It was the hour of dusk when I had the thought of you. I think a waft of air had carried with it that chocolate scent you always wear. Yes, that might have triggered the adrenaline rush I get when I see you. And I wanted you. I had to have you.
Before I had a chance to make up my mind the dinner was laid. You cannot say no to a good dinner. A good dinner with its delectable white chicken and flavoursome savory. Good things come to an end; likewise good dinners also reach its end. I had been thinking of you all the time. I had to have you and the car keys weren't so far.
The drive seemed longer than usual. However, prettier than usual. The empty roads with flickering street lights silhouetted the night walkers. Some with fingers entwined; some nudging with shoulders while some strolling along the path not wanting to be seen. I passed houses after houses and yours didn't seem to be lit. A gigantic lock enclosed the bolts of the gate. I drove myself to the Old-Hut and when I asked about you they said you don't reside here anymore. My heart sank into a bottomless pit. I figured it was time to go back home. A home without you.
Instead I drove to places where I thought I'd find you. I rolled the window down and felt the wintry chill in the air. Winters would be upon us soon and I knew I would not get to see you much. Winters has always unknowingly conjured up a wall between us. Sometimes miracles let us meet, let you be felt by me; and the sensation would send an icy chill down my spine. And miracles are miracles. Yet I would never be the one to leave you, because its you who always decides its over. And I? I play along.
The night walkers were disappearing, the shops were closing. And when all hope was lost. I saw you. There you were in the dingy corner below a Jasmine tree with the red-white hearts logo waving in the air. And at last I got my long awaited cone of chocolate cornetto.