Stranger in the Night-an Intermezzo

It was a dark cloudy night when I walked along the road to go home.

“What a great night!” I said to myself.

Spending the time in a club close to the condo on my own was so exhilarating. I felt so relaxed after having a break from the routine of life-working and schooling. Well, work and school at the same time would never ever be so easy. The life I possess here, in Italy,is just so different than what I have in my own country.

“Oh, what a heck! Tonight I just want to leave that miserable feeling about my life and any other things somewhere in the deepest of my heart and lock it up. I deserve to be happy! I have a better thing to remember” said me to myself.

I recalled what happened tonight in the club. I met a guy-a very sympathetic one and very tall. His body reminds me of the finest marbles from Carrara that I see in the Basilica I often visit. His hair is just as black as ebony. The moment our eyes met, I felt like I had nowhere to escape. And once he kissed me back in the dusky alley, he made that first kiss into something unforgettable. He wasa great kisser. He kissed me so gently, then he went wild, in the end he kissed me so gently again. He moaned softly. Oh, still…still I could feel the taste of his kiss, and the softness of his lips. He tasted like strawberry and smelt like frangipani.

Jeez, it was just a strange feeling. I felt like all the butterflies from my butterfly collection I put in a frame and I brought from Indonesia were flying inside my tummy. Round and round.

“Meet me tomorrow, amore…” he whispered in the middle of his kiss.

“ Dimmi, dove vediamo- where to meet?” I replied

“ I live in Piazzale Marinai d’Italia numero uno.”

I was such a crazy, I was in love, so I decided to give the things a-go by looking for him again and meeting him.

And, here I am now. In front of the address he gave me. I can’t find him. The first thing I find is a marble tombstone with his picture on it.

Then, who was the one I kissed last night?