Somewhere in my very short and interrupted four hours of sleep last night, I had a dream that surprised me, saw someone in it who surprised me. It didn't have anything to do with the nervous or limbic system or my newly sprained wrist, despite everything that went on last night. In that dream, I was in London, sitting on the bank of a man-made pond. I was reading, completely calm. All up until someone tapped me on the shoulder. Someone I haven't seen in quite some time. Little background info: I met a guy this summer who came over from England to work under my boss for 2 weeks. I had read the fax that we received the day before he flew into Boston and my boss had completely forgotten about having him stay with her. She's older, has lived in the country her entire life, and her kids are grown and out of the house. Probably not the ideal vacation for a 20 year old Brit, right? She asked me to be nice to him and try to keep him occupied for the week. At first, I was thrilled. A two week fling with a foreign boy? Sign. Me. Up. But, as I was flipping through the tv channels at home later that night, TBS graced me with Austin Powers. My outlook changed. Would I have to spend an entire two weeks with someone who had a vocabulary that included the phrases "shagadelic" and "you make me randy"? It was going to be a long two weeks.
I had made a plan to take him to the movies with a few of my friends that evening after work. To my surprise, he was really cute. Really nice. It wasn't until he spoke that I got weak in the knees, though. What is it about accents, anyway? The first few days went well, we got to know each other, joked around, become comfortable enough to consider this relationship as "friends". We spent every single day together, with the exception of one. And, I spent a lot of time thinking about him that day. But he had a girlfriend, I wasn't going to do this to myself. But I did.
If I believed in soulmates, I would have been convinced he was mine. I had never felt like I had known someone better in such a short period of time. He had this way of making time slow down, but those two weeks went way too quickly. By the middle of the last week, even when we weren't at work or weren't with each other, we were on skype, talking well into the hours of the night. He made me forget about the past. I didn't worry about the future. I was so wrapped up in those moments that I didn't have to care. I loved it.
Eventually, he had to leave. Time is inevitable, right? He left me with not only a charm for my bracelet, but with a hell of a two weeks. Though things got confusing after he left, after he returned back to his real life, I wouldn't take back those weeks for the life of me. If anything, it taught me that time will eventually run out. It taught me to dive in and, that if you really want something, no distance, circumstance, or deadline should stop you from trying like hell to be happy.
I used to think about him a lot. Sometimes, he'll cross my mind when I hear a song, see the Boston shoreline. For the most part though, he's become a distant memory, tucked away with others. I wish more people were like him. Had the ability to dance in public and look like a fool without caring, laugh at themselves, be completely genuine. I know now that I didn't love him, I don't care about him as much as I did a few months ago . But, I did love what I got out of knowing him. I loved every minute we were together. And, his presence taught me to try my hardest to love every minute we spend apart.
Don't you know who you are? You're my shooting star.
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