Three years. That is how long it had been since my initial encounter with Shane. It is not something I can forget, or even want to forget. A lot had happened since then, and now the irony was sinking in. I was only beginning to realize it from my perspective.


I remember how we had met— a lovely night at my favorite bar in town. I remember that night and I could still see it vividly in my head.
In the serenade of the night was a special kind of blackness, the kind that wanted only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter. It was a warm black that hugged you no matter what, and within it's safety I could feel my own soul all the more clearly, that innocent inborn spark. The sky was just a black tranquility married to a poetry of stars. It was the softness in it that called body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady calm rhythm. Night came as a reward of sorts, a restfulness from above which calmed my soul.
Although, I found the darkness strange. Living in the heart of a city, I had grown used to having the warming, glow of streetlamps outside their light filtering through each household. This was a blackness that I couldn't recall seeing before - one that was almost absolute and clear. When I tilted my head skyward I could see clearly millions of bright stars dotted on the black canvas of night, yet none of that light seemed to filter far enough down to make any difference when I turned my eyes away. As I walked towards the bar, I reminisced with pleasure the view of the stars, and in it my heart is safe, my soul serene.


As soon as i entered the club, I was greeted with loud music and some people dancing like crazy mostly drunk while there was still sobriety amongst a few. I decided to make my way to to the bar. As I start to weave through the crowd, I could smell the scents alcohol and strong liquor diffused in the air, and I saw guys and girls making out against the walls. Just the usual.

It's a club, but everyone was attempting to appear proper in their high end suits and attire. I and some others , were the only ones that look normal, I think. But I guess 'normal' is relative, right? It was a fancy nice place alright, a sort of minimalist-classical, but that was okay for us. We were born to stand out and the Tia and Maria there was pretty darn good.

If I could have melted into the club, I'd have beeb the vibe, moving around as easily as the smoke. I would have soaked in all the laughter and the smiles, danced upon each octave in microscopic disco shoes. But meanwhile, back in reality instead of my imaginary world, I'm life-size, and so, instead I opted to step into the bar that opens my eyes all the wider, see the muted colours of the bottles and the glitter that finds every spark of light. As the night went on, I felt maybe I would be more comfortable in the crowd, intoxicated by spirits and the moments all the same.

Once I had gotten to the nicely lit bar showing displays of wines and cocktails, I sat alone and ordered my usual drink; Tia Maria with coke and ice. Couple of hours had gone by by and it had become very late and dark outside. Not long after, the Dj switched the musics genre from hip hop to a nice reggae rhythm and I was feeling the music. Soon, I began to swing my hips slowly side to side as I leaned against the bar. When I was having my third drink, I saw with the corner of my eye the movement of a person approaching and felt his eyes were staring my way. I saw him coming and he sat two seats away from mine. He ordered his drink then starts talking on the phone. I wondered how he could hear anything with all the noise surrounding. I was slightly dizzy by then. As i turned to face him, he was already only a seat away from me. Instantly, I looked up at him and he had this sparkling beautiful brown eyes, red soft looking lips smiling wide at me. He lifted his glass to take a sip of his drink, and my eyes followed his full, red lips. I could smell his husky fragrance as he moved slightly against my arm.


Smiling at me, he offered a drink which I promptly accepted and thanked him for it.
“You want to dance?” I asked him.

“I do not dance.” He replied, pouting his lips slightly in very attractive manner.

“Well, I am gonna go...” I said, inviting him to join me, and with that being said I jumped off the stool and headed to dance floor.

I slowly moved my hips to the beat. And before I knew it, my whole body was moving to the beats. When I turned around to look at the bar again, I saw him still staring at me. A smile tugs my lips and I turned around and started dancing again. Although, I was dancing I was dancing more seductively this time around. I wanted him to keep looking at me. As I danced on, I could still feel his gaze at my back. I was tempted many times to turn around and see if he was still looking. Finally, I gave in and turned around. To my surprise, he wasn’t there anymore. I stopped dancing as I scanned around for him.

“Looking for me,...