Its a weary place out there. Every nook, every corner: occupied, yet loneliness and desperation hangs thick in the brightly lit night. The next person doesn't know what you have been through. Heck, you are not sure whether you can make it through the day. You have absolutely no clue as to the demons he has to fight everyday. A smile here, a nod there and yet you have never felt more isolated. An emptiness prevails.
And every now and then, you let someone in. To fill your void with their aura. Even though they leave your side way sooner than you like it to be, the few hours you have with them fills you up. It unburdens you, sets you free, warms you up on those lingering, lonely, bone numbing cold nights.
You feel alive and shed a million happy tears. Every hour feels less than a second. You wonder whether they feel the same way. To feel the connection and letting yourself drop your guard. There is no way to know, in this haze of emptiness around you. This scares you and still you hang on, clawing on to the last shreds of warmth they left behind.
That fleeting sense of belonging brings a sort of inexplicable pleasure. It may or may not slip through your fingers but that moment is all yours to hold on to!