They Don't have Nights Like this in the Guidebooks

The night was nothing short of beautiful. It was the epitome of gorgeous.
We all had drinks in our hands and good conversation in three or four or five different languages was buzzing about, vibrating against the walls. The cigarette smoke smelled sweeter that night, less pungent. It gave the room just the fuzziness it needed to create the perfect ambience that matched the cloudiness in our heads.
It was loud; we threw popcorn, we spilled beer, we mixed wine and Coca-Cola, we laughed the loudest laughs in the world.
One of the Italians put on a song.
The rowdiness faded, we stared at the screen awaiting the lyrics. The walls that separated our languages crumbled. We all knew the words- sort of.
We all swayed together, sang together, felt the same love in the room. Together.
I really did feel infinite in the sweet moments I glanced around the circle of international friends I had surrounded myself with.
The Polish couple awkwardly and slowly attempted the lyrics.
The most beautiful Italian girls in the world smiled and sang with the most wonderful smiles and brilliant voices.
A Belgian guy had a cigarette sticking out of each ear and one hung from his mouth- he was laughing too hard to manage the words.
An Italian with the most glorious voice in the world sang truly from his heart.
A Welsh guy held my hand tightly.
Nothing in the world mattered or moved, I'm sure. Nothing could take that stupid smile off my face. Nothing could take away the feeling in my gut that pulsated and screamed with happiness. Nothing was better than that particular song, with those particular words, and with those particular people, in that house, at this time in my life.

And all the roads that lead you there are winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I 
Would like to say to you
 but I don't know how

Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all, you're my Wonderwall

I said maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all, you're my Wonderwall

I don't care if I die tomorrow, or in five minutes- I will die happy, and that's all that matters I think.