This is not written by me, but by a friend, for, and to an extent of, me. Her blog is here, but this post is not.
It is better for the soul to remember the good, to acknowledge it, to believe in it and to relive it. To simply remember the good again and again and leave no place for the negative…
People are probably gonna ask me for the rest of my life “what was it about him?”.
Maybe one day I’ll come up with a better, more interesting answer, but the truth is I don’t know.
My parents wanted me to meet this guy and, out of respect for them – and because it never really crossed my mind that it would amount to anything – I agreed. After all, the worst that could happen was a short, awkward phone conversation.
They gave me his number and told me he was expecting me to call. I rolled my eyes as I dialed, wondering for how long they were going to keep trying.
He picked up after the third ring and for once, I couldn’t think of anything clever to say.
He asked me to give him five minutes of my time, so he could tell me a bit about himself, the kind of life we wanted and the sort of person he could see himself sharing his life with.
It took way more than five minutes, but I didn’t mind it at all. I could tell he was being honest and I found it incredibly disarming. And kinda sexy.
I couldn’t help but to be truthful as well, and ended up telling this stranger things very little people, if anyone at all, knew about me.
It took my phone beeping, to let me know the battery was dying, for us both to realize that five hours had passed since our first hello. I didn’t want to hang up.
The conversation had moved past the both of us and we had discussed our families, literature, politics, movies…
It was so very refreshing and I felt myself blush, thinking I could had forgotten everything and just kept on talking forever. But alas, we both needed to work in the morning and he promised we would talk again soon.
I decided I was going to marry him in the time it took me to say “goodnight”.
I took a deep breath and went to bed, wishing “soon” would come sooner.