Missing piece

Its 11:51 pm, and I'm sitting at a café where I was reading a book and its cloudy. The stars spoke to the winds that its going to be a colder night than the previous days. Then I've played some slow unpopular lullaby.
Listening to the music there's something in me that convinces me that I want to happen. I felt I'm part of some kind of movie. It's almost a dé javu and the coincidences are real yet the feeling is surreal. It's like the melting of chocolate chips to its batter. I felt a stir of something more genuine and wholesome and not bad, Like a good old chocolate chip cookie. Is it me? What is this feeling I've talked to several people this day, online or not. But I'm desiring something else.

Is it Love? It is said that Love is the answer to most things impossible.