...you feel like you've said or done something wrong but don't know how to make up for it if at all? Like, last time I saw my... I don't really know what to call him, since we both agreed that we we'ren't going out together... close friend? Any way. It was saturday morning, and I dunno, I left him 'cause I had to get back home and as I left I looked behind at him and he had this weird look on his face... I dunno, I might be imagining things, but that's what I do from time to time. I emailed him last night and I have yet to receive any reply - I invited him to come to a party I'm giving next Saturday, which would be a good opportunity for us to finally do something together. I'm the worrier type and so I'm thinking about last Saturday and I'm quite depressed. I was listening to that brilliant Keane song earlier: "On A Day Like Today", which is about never finding the right words to say, and being unable to express one's feelings, and I had tears coming down my cheeks. It totally fits my state of mind at the moment. It would hurt a lot, to say the least, if he said he could not come. I just read on his facebook that he has this concert the day before... aaah... it's the only chance I have to bring him where I live and oh gosh... I feel like crying... D;;
You know, I know I'm going to lose him some day soon, as he is going back home in less than 3 weeks. But damn it! I do have feelings for him... I'm going to need someone to cuddle when he leaves... thinking about it now makes my heart ache... DAMN IT.
I want this, what we have, to end on good terms, and not with him totally hating me for anything... D:
I'll never forget our moments spent together, as few as they were, and how we came to know each other. It's such a cute story IMO. : ))
We met in the very first Japanese class of the semester, back in January. He says he instantly took a liking to me, but on my side of things, I was more excited about practicing my Japanese with a real Japanese student than anything else. XD As the weeks went by I eventually began to think about him more, and then, the week right before spring break, I managed to ask him if he had a Facebook account. He asked me to give him my email address so he could add me. Two days later, he had emailed me asking me out for a cup of coffee. I didn't really know what to think and didn't want to get my hopes up so I agreed, but we never found the time until after spring break. We met in the cafeteria of one of our uni's buildings, and chatted away for hours, until he had to leave to meet with other students for a project. We learned a lot about each other then, and I was actually surprise at how open he was with me, telling me personnal stuff, about how he felt, how he missed home etc - he even got teary-eyed once in passing.
Next time we were to meet was to watch a game of hockey, a Sunday night. He never came, sending me an email a minute before the game started to tell me he was stuck with other students, working on a project. I was so mad! We saw each other again in the Japanese class, the following tuesday, and when the class was over, he walked with me outside and kept apologizing. It was kinda annoying in a cute sort of way. Two weeks later, after yet another class, he asked me out for a cup of coffee and we ended up in the Uni pub, watching the end of a hockey game. We chatted, again, for hours until it was time for him to go to bed (had a class at 8h30, poor thing). As we were saying our goodnights, I noticed him making a slight move to kiss me on the cheek but I panicked and took one step backwards, commenting on how pretty the moon was. LOL
We didn't see much of each other until the end of the semester, the last week to be precise. He had been away for 2 weeks (competition in Seattle) and I was stuck with my exams. So yeah, we met again on the last Monday of April - this time when he arrived we hugged and I gave him a peck on the cheek. Human contact FTW!! :D We chatted until it was time for me to go study for my English literature exam. He showed me pictures of his trip, of his family in Japan... it was quite nice!
And so he left again but this time for two whole months. Two weeks after his departure I had started working at my new job, and since it's away from my hometown I was feeling quite lonely for a bit. So one day I just opened hotmail and wrote him a short email telling him about the weather, my new job, and asking him how he was.
The surprise came with his reply, the day after. He sent me this long email, explaining how he had realised he was actually in love with me and was asking me out. I was shocked to say the least! I kinda expected him to feel this way, or hoped him to... but ya know, one with such low selfesteem as myself may find it difficult to believe stuff like that could happen to them. Anyway. I sent him a reply telling him I liked him, but that we should wait until his return to talk about it. He understood, and once a week we would email each other.
That is, until he came back. Oh gosh I was so nervous!! I invited him to my appartment the day after he got back. He arrived incredibly late (I was going nutters by then) and when he called me to have me open the door I nearly fainted. LOL So I did and we hugged (I didn't want to let him go!) He gave me a small gift from Panama, and showed me tons of pictures of his trip. I showed him my family as well, and had him listen to what kind of music I listen to usually. Time flew by and before I knew it, he was telling me he was stuck here because the buses were not driving at that time of the night (it was 1h so it was true). As he stays quite far from where I am I offered him to stay. I was shaking like a leaf. So we got ready to go to bed and as I was dozing off I heard him say my name.
He didn't wait for me to answer before going on, telling how it was true what he had told me by email, that he loved me. I sat up on my bed, looking straight at him. I said I knew he was telling the truth, and that I liked him too... but... he was going back home in a month from then and ya know...
He told me about when we first met, and how he had liked me from the very first time. He said I was a very kind person. We went on about racism and other issues, and as we chatted he stood up and came to sit beside me on the bed. He said, "you know, back in April when we last saw each other? I wanted to hug and give you a kiss on the cheek, but I didn't know if I could - but then you did it and I knew..."
God then I just reached out and kissed him.
*sighs*
We've been seeing each other twice a week since then, that is, until now.
I know this story'll bore all of you, but I needed to tell it. I have no one share this with, as we're keeping our 'affair' secret - at least, I am. I fear my family would not agree with me going out with someone who's not white and from our olde town. It'd seriously freak them out. I'm not telling my friends because... he's going away anyway so what difference does it make?
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It's going to be alright. It is going to be alright. : )
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God it's so hot - wonder how I'll ever sleep tonight!!