Angel of the alley way

I never felt the cold bite so hard. I could easily created a blanket of fog, the only heat that existed within miles was resonating from my body. Every time I closed my eyes ten thousand needles penetrated my pupils. I fought as hard as I could to keep them open. I inhaled and sent involuntary shocks down my spine. There was a glimmer in the street and the cobble I was walking on made a scraping sound against my black boots. My hands were kept safe inside my pockets. My body was safe inside my pea coat. It was black outside but that one lonely street light shone has hard as it possibly could. It did not want to let me down. I walked down that despondent alley in hopes that I would possibly find a meaning to my forsaken existence. I just kept walking. To my left lay a man cradling his bottle of Jameson as if it was going to protect him from the evils that roam the world. To my right up ahead there was a mysterious figure, tall in stance, back turned to me. I tried to tip toe up and past this soul who had stirred a fear inside of me. I closed my eyes and held my breath as I came nearer. My fists were adamantly clenched inside my pockets. But my heart grew curious and my lips pursed. I turned my head toward this mysterious someone. Our eyes locked. Just like that. And I felt a jolt of fear, lust excitement and intrigue. His eyes. They were like nothing I had ever seen before. The color of empathy, love, sadness and pain all hidden behind the palest of blues. I stood there for a good 30 seconds studying this character. Each second felt like one thousand years. My eyes took their time. His hair was the color of mahogany, each curl was carefully positioned in all the wrong places. His skin was like porcelain. There was a magnetic force pulling me toward him. I was utterly reveled. Unable to move. He began to meander toward me. My feet became cemented to the cobble ground. I struggled to try to turn and walk the other way. But he out stretched his hand and said; "Hello." In disbelief and curiousity I returned the polite gesture and corresponded by giving him my hand. I do not know if that meeting constituted for falling in love, but I felt a surge jolt throughout my entire body. This stranger sent the warm back into my body. I was in an alley for goodness sake. The most unsafe place to be. Yet, here I was shaking hands with a complete stranger. Someone I had never seen before. But I was safe. I knew it. Every single second added to this situation made me fall more in love with this stranger. I did not even know his name. But I could have sworn he gave something to me. He gave me a reason to feel alive. This was not the last time I would lock eyes with the angel of the alley way.