I found you again last night. I wasn’t sure at first, the bright lights and the alcohol made me dizzy and doubtful. I said hi to you like many times before and you smiled, I told you about our history together and you kissed me. I was happy for a second there, just ecstatic kissing you in the middle of the dance floor. That thrill came swiftly to an end, I remembered. I remembered everything that brought us to that night: the tears, the arguments, and disappointments. So I ran. I ran as quickly as I could grabbing the first guy willing to come home with me on my way out and took off.
The next morning I wasn’t sure of what happened. Once again I blocked the fact that you were there so I could keep living my life as it was, with no further excitement, but no certain regrets. Boy was I foolish; I keep forgetting that we are meant to find each other, like two destinies entwined by a greater force, one that we don’t understand nor desire. I woke up with James by my side; he had a new haircut and was giving me his back so for a minute I wasn’t sure who was in my bed that morning. I tried to act cool and gave him a hug, in such a way I would be able to see his face, when I realized who he was I relaxed. Told him he needed to wake up, there was a party at Armand’s place that afternoon and I needed to get going.
I’ve never been to Armand’s during the day, only a couple of times after a night out crashed there for a couple of hours and then went home. That time it looked different, more spacious and modern than before. Light can really change the way we look at things. I came in early, with a bag full of ice, whiskey, tonic water and beers, I was highly praised. A few minutes later you came in, again I couldn’t recognize you, you changed your clothes, and that glitter in your eyes was gone again. You sat by my side, said hi like always before and made me remember. My mind came to a halt listening to the details of the previous night, the smile, the kiss, even my impromptu getaway with James. After a lot of negotiation from both our parts we decided to give it a shot again, to try us one more time, regardless of the outcome I was decided to enjoy it.
We went out for dinner that night, cuddling on the boot of the only American-style dinner in town, you had a weird vegetarian hamburger and I went for the full works with bacon, extra-cheese and lots of dressings, that’s how different you and I are, not that it ever mattered. After a long talk on how would we handle it, how we were going to tell our friends and how to handle your ex that happened to be one of my best friends, we took off. Brought you home to watch a movie and sleep. We never got to see the movie, between your sleepy face and my eagerness to kiss you that DVD never made it pass the main menu. Oh well. I still went to sleep with a big smile on my face.
