As I woke up, the first feeling I got was
that he was still there. And that was all I needed. I didn’t want to think
about anything or anyone else. Having him there, next to me, was an achievement
I couldn’t compare with anything else. It had all happened so fast that, for a
moment during the night, I thought I was dreaming every single moment. And to
be honest, I didn’t care. It was the best dream in the world, if that’s what it
was, and I would try to spend as much time in it as I could, enjoying myself
and being happy for once in a long time.
The thing was, he had always seemed so
distant, so elusive. But at the same time, He wasn’t a stranger to me; it
wasn’t as if I had met him just last night, no. We had been acquaintances for a
long time, having mutual friends and meeting in several parties and gatherings
in the recent years. Yes, years. When I met him, he was different. Maybe it’s
because I’m falling in love or something, but back then I didn’t noticed his
physical beauty, nor his internal one. The only thing I saw was this very
serious guy, rarely laughing at my jokes (and I joke a lot). The only thing he
did was taking his girlfriend’s hand.
Yes, I know. She was very beautiful to be
honest, with her long black hair and big green eyes. I think they worked
together or something. I haven’t got to the moment where I can feel comfortable
asking about his past conquests. Maybe it’s too early to do that. But she was a
nice girl and I have to say that the first time I saw them I liked her better
than him. He was so cold, looked so boring and simple. Not my type of guy to be
honest, so I just never got close enough to talk to him.
The next year, we met again on a cocktail
party. A mutual friend of ours happened to be an artist, a photographer and we
were both invited to the inauguration of one of his exhibitions. To be honest,
I had not planned to go. It wasn’t like he was my best friend or anything but
another person I knew was going to be there and she told me there was going to
be free alcohol and lots of cute guys to look at. As I had nothing better to
do, I dressed with anything and left my home.
There, I would meet again with him. The girl
with the black hair had not come with her. In her place, there was a brunette,
much shorter than him and with more personality in one nail that he apparently
had in all of his body. She was looking at the pictures and telling jokes,
making friends all over and being, for all intents and purposes, the life of
the party. Again, I talked to her a lot and I laughed with pleasure because the
woman was a riot. Yet again, he was very cold, standing always behind her like
a stone bodyguard, just there to take care of her. Sometimes he looked somber
and that was the first time I saw a glimpse of his beauty, his mysterious tone
if you will.
But just after that, I met someone somewhere
else and I wouldn’t think of him for a whole year. I got myself in a very
strange relationship, with a man that had a child. If there’s something
stranger than that, I would like to know. It worked fine at the beginning, I
have no complaints. His little girl was very nice and he was a great guy in
bed, has to be said. But it all went to pieces when we were about to celebrate
our first year together. I discovered he had been cheating on me for a couple
of months. From then on, I have to say it; I have never trusted people very
much. He looked like a great honest guy. He wasn’t and that took its toll on
me.
It was during that period of feeling like shit
when I saw him again. But this time we weren’t in any party or nice cocktail
event. No. I had decided to go out of my house to buy some groceries to the
supermarket. It was one of these huge markets that sell everything. I was
dressed a bit crazy, as I hadn’t even showered, but in those days I wasn’t
taking to much attention on anything. Anyway, I met him by the frozen foods,
when I was trying to reach for the only chicken lasagna left. Out of nowhere
his taller self reached it out and gave it to me. To this day I remember that
moment because when I looked at him, he was smiling.
He told me he remembered me from some parties
and that he had always thought I was funny. In my head, I doubted that. Not
only because I wasn’t buying anything a man said but because he had never
seemed amused by me in those parties. He had to be a great actor or something.
To my surprise, he wasn’t an actor but a graphic designer and he had come to
the supermarket to buy some cereal, which he loved. We talked for several hours
there, in the aisles filled with kids persuading their parents to buy them some
candy or older men looking at how the butcher did his job. In a very strange
way, it was a very nice walk. Something had happened to him that changed him but I didn't dare to ask.
At the end of that afternoon, we separated in
the parking lot. We didn’t exchange any numbers or emails or anything. At least
to me, that wasn’t a priority now and maybe he had felt that or he was in a
similar place. The good thing was that I smiled all the way home. Somehow, I
had finally seen directly to those beautiful eyes he had and I had taken a
liking of them. His face was just there, on my mind, for many days after that.
I regretted not asking for a number but maybe, and this was the most likely
thing, he had just been nice. I was sensitive because of my breakup and making
decisions was not the best idea.
The days passed and I started working and
living more normally. I even ran into my ex-boyfriend but all I could feel was
disgust. Because there was no love to feel but he was still the person that had
decided to lie to me, to make me feel worthless on purpose and I just couldn’t
forgive that. He barely said hello but I didn’t care at all about what he said
or how he said it. I just wanted to get over that time in my life and soon. So
I just nodded and went on with my life. I had never seen him again and, honestly,
I couldn’t care less about where or what he is doing. I think that is the right
way to feel and I don’t regret a thing.
However, I kept thinking about that beautiful
guy, the guy with whom I talked nicely for what seemed know like just a moment.
I wasn’t in love of course but I really wanted to see him again and find an
explanation for what I felt every time I thought about him. So I just went for
it, calling mutual friends, trying to get something about him. And then, one
night, it hit me: Facebook. It was so obvious and yet I hadn’t thought of it.
Why call people when they have their friend network for everyone to see? So I
looked at the profile of the guy that had done the photography exhibition and
browsed his friend’s list.
His name was as beautiful as he was. I didn’t
add him right away or anything. I was too nervous and it seemed like a very
serious step to take. So I just bookmarked his profile and let everything be
for a while. I finally told my friend, the one that had convinced me to go to
the exhibition, about the guy and how much I thought about him and his stupid
face. She was surprised and I was surprised that she was. She told me that, in
her personal opinion, he wasn’t that special. She thought he had nice ears,
which I found to be very funny, and that his eyes had a nice color, but that
was it. She said he was too tall, too skinny and looked like a zombie.
Somehow, I got mad at her. I didn’t screamed
at her or anything but I wanted to. He wasn’t any of those things. So right after
we met, I sent him the Facebook invite to be my friend. To my surprise, he
accepted it just a few minutes afterwards. We started chatting and he seemed as
nice as I had seen him on the supermarket. I checked some of his pictures and
was glad that I could see that face for a longer while. As it was the end of
the afternoon, he asked if we could meet to have a coffee and chat. Of course,
I said yes.
All of that happened about a year ago. We
spent several months going out for coffee, watching movies together, having
lunch and just chatting for hours on hours, no matter if that was on the phone,
the computer or live. He was a nice person to be around and I could feel he was
comfortable with me. At one point, he got to my place to watch a movie and he
took his shoes right off, put them in the right place and sat on his favorite
spot. He felt comfortable and one of those nights we felt like kissing but we
didn’t.
That happened another day, one he prepared
with anticipation and that lead to this day. The day he planned started with a
nice dinner, a great a fun chat and was followed, of course, by a movie. We
held hands, kissed and never saw the end of that movie. We made love for hours
and I have to say it was amazing. And now he’s there, breathing softly at my
side and I’m already planning to serve him a big bowl of his favorite cereal,
which I know from that time in the supermarket. But for now I’m just going to
watch him closely, in silence, because I’ve just noticed I have fallen in love.
It happens.
