Let’s talk love, shall we ? 

I’ve always been a so called hopeless romantic but that’s because “love” is the purest most beautiful feeling in the world.

Love makes the world go ’round.

If only we’d love more and empty ourselves of hatred we’d be happier. 

Whenever I write something there’s no secret that something happened in order to trigger my fingers to bleed on a keyboard something did happen indeed.

I’ve met an “Angel” after a long time of standing inside and not interacting with new people I finally found courage to spontaneously go out last night. Not gonna lie, 90% of the night was utter shit.

Started by me rushing to meet my friend, pulling a quick outfit in which I wasn’t too confident, that’s a thing about me, I care too much about how I look. I did my hair in few minutes and went away. All my rush was for nothing as my friend was running late and I had to wait him 30 minutes in the tube station . 

Moving on.

Our plans of getting drunk cheap on the street failed as soon as we realised all the shops stopped selling alcohol at 11pm; that meant the only place we could buy alcohol from was the club and we all know how expensive drinks are in clubs compared to your corner shop . 

We couldn’t get inside the club we wanted because my friend was wearing track pants so we got fetched by some dude on the street and brought to a different club which  was almost empty, I know it was middle of the week but there were only about 20 people inside from which only about 7-8 girls none to steal your gaze, they were just average. 

Nonetheless we started drinking.

And everything led up to this, you can even skip what’s written above, that’s just the introduction to  “her”


She came late, just her and a guy which appeared to be her boyfriend or at least a closed friend, by the time they got there, people left, I think we were about 10 people left in there and she was rocking it, I was admiring her from distance, gracious, she was dressed in all black, blonde hair and as weird as it sounds for a guy to say this, perfect eyeliner as well, she had tatooes on both her hands, tattooes I didn’t managed to descypher but they were fitting her so well. After about half an hour of gazing her I head to buy another drink, her friend was next to me “you got sick moves bro” he yells to me and honestly I am the worse dancer so that compliment made me feel unreal. 

Anyway, fast forward to few minutes later, back on the dance floor, my friend went to the bathroom and this friend of her drags me making me dance with him and her. He then leans in and whispers to me that she likes me, I remember me stuttering and then him pushing me “don’t be a shy son of a bitch ” his push made me jump toward her and embracing her with both arms dancing along the music as it was all meant to happen that way . She was tander, suave, unreal, my mind was in chaos, the temptation of exploring her body with my hands and risking to make myself look like a douche was uncanny and I felt for it, I let go and went with the flow, I’ve let my hands do their assignment, gently they went on a walk, up and down making me gasp in excitement, my head was leaned on her shoulder from behind as she was grieving against me, I could see her smile whenever I was softly squizing her butt. When we departed from each other and we were walking back to each other she gives me a kiss on the neck, followed by a tiny suck and a smile. 

I thought that was it, so a few minutes later I went in for the kiss but she went away “i can’t, I’m sorry, I have a boyfriend” but here’s the thing, she didn’t say it trying to be mean or to show off or I don’t know, she said almost sad, she wanted but she couldn’t so I understood and pretended as it didn’t happen.

Oh, there’s also something I didn’t mention. Remember her friend ? Yeah…he was fat and while I was dancing with her, half the times he was dancing with us, he grabbed my “weapon” twice and as I was growing with her, he was grinding with me it was pretty awkward at times but my focus was on her, I didn’t want to be rude to him, I owed him a lot for pushing me from behind and gaining confidence but I still pushed him away sometimes because it was getting annoying.

 He told me he can’t kee his hands off me because I’m too hot, Well, man’s got a point to be honest . 

Anyway, after the club closed we stood outside for a cigarette and while my poorly English-speaking friend was arguing with the gay guy me and her were just spectators, enjoying the cigarettes.

The night ended up with a hug, a kiss on the cheek and the words “goodbye my love, we need to meet here another time” 

And that was it. 

She left a mark on me, although I barely knew anything about her I felt as she could’ve been the one.

I didn’t get any social media from her, not a number, no anything and that haunts me, spent hours trying to find her in social media but apparently many share her name and that’s all I knew about her.

Oh, her name was, Angel.