Is it the way that, a lover neglects his/ her beloved [even] a moment?!
In a cold wintry midnight, when it was a heavy snow and all the roads and alleys were in white, I looked down the alley and saw someone at the end. He was leaning his head to the wall, while there was a heap of snow on his head!
I told myself,” Maybe he is an addicted homeless that had syncope!”
[But when]I went forward, I saw he is a young man!
I shook him!