It is starting to get cold outside. Walking. Talking. About this and that. Everything that has been. All that never could be. You and me. It is a mystery. How we could even fall. In love. The way we met. Lovers on a distance. One year that seemed like forever. Anticipation. Passion like I had never felt. We melted. Slowly. Into each others hearts. A very strong connection. Fight. In the night. One day. I flew away. To a place. To be there. Close to you. Was all I could do. Was not as I expected. It is so easy. To build up an illusion. Of confusion. Desperation. Both of us. Was looking. Searching. For a saviour. We could not. Save one another. Destruction. I take your hand. You pull me close. In silence. We embrace. Understand. Breathe in. The chilly November air. Our lips meet. In a hungry kiss. You cry. Love beneath a tiger striped sky.