Something about love

She shivers in a wind like a lest leaf on a dying tree. I let her hear me footsteps. She only goes stiff for a moment.
- Care for a smoke?
She turns around so slowly and gracefully and gives me the first look.
- Sure. I'll take one.
After a second silence, when she finds me conversable, she asks me:
- Are you bored by that crowd as I am?
- I didn't come here for the party. I came here for you...
She keeps silence. Just keeps looking at me with these mysterious but so beautiful eyes. She moves a cigarette to her lips. I grab a lighter and can see the yellow fire of it reflects in them as a light green drop.
The click of closing head of a lighter whisper away with a cold fall wind.
Suddenly I heard the rain was coming. I'm covering her and myself with umbrella. And in the next second the night silence was broken with the noise of first falling drops.
I'm so close to her. Multicolored lights of a night city are glowing behind her face. I touch her shoulder. She's so soft and warm, and I realize, that I want to feel it forever.
After a loud roar of thunder she puts her arms around my neck. She cuddles herself to me stronger.
I tell her I love her...
The city is the only witness. The witness of a moment when life becomes valuable. When life finds the meaning of its existence. When love makes life immortal...