... waiting for his chance at love, he prays to the heavens above

He watched from afar as the two danced the night away, envious of the love they had for each other, wondering if his turn would ever come. He grabbed his drink and stepped into the warm summer night, the cloudless sky overflowing with stars and angels. Standing atop the rail surrounding the patio, he looked to the heavens and prayed for his chance at finding that one special person, a chance to share his love. From behind, a quiet voice spoke to him. He turned, only to be hypnotized by the strangers eyes, dark hair, pale skin, those lips. He stepped down from the rail and extended his hand, only to receive a warm, gentle grip in return. Hands firmly locked, the stranger introduced himself and admitted he had been waiting for the moment when the two of them would finally meet.

This is an excerpt from one of my favorite books. So romantic isn't it? Or is it?