When I was 19...

Monday, October 11, 2004

Twitterpated
This last week has been one of confusion and twitterpatory (is that a word??).
This week, I met someone.
Yes, you may be saying to yourself, i do meet people everyday, but this time it was different.
He was different.
I liked him.
A lot.
I met him through friends at the pub.
We went out.
We got drunk.
We conversed.
We found things in common.
We made out.
He said things to me that I would have laughed at coming from any other guy's mouth but from him, were sweet.
(Why is it that sappy things make you want to puke, but then when the right person says them, you want to melt?)
What is it about all this that makes me scared?
When I do find someone that I like, and maybe, just possibly they like me back, I get scared that it's not real.
Scared that it's just a show.
Scared of rejection.
But I did/do really like him.
Then he left.
One day I accidentally stood him up at the movies and two days later he was on a flight back to Australia.
One week.
That was all.
But, one week can do and mean a lot I have learned.
One week can make or break someones life.
One second can do that.
One split second.
One second can do a lot more damage.
But I'd rather one week than one second.
Rather have had the experience than just a glance his way and a quick "He's cute." under my breath.
One week.

So, the Kiwi is in Australia, and Canada is here in England.
One week.
Maybe I'll see him again, maybe I won't.
But that one week was worth it.