I needed to share this with someone, so ill share it with you..
I am a true believer in love but I thought that my time was over, I had given up and I still feel that way but hopefully there is a chance for me and for everyone out there. I want to believe that there is someone for everyone.
This story is about Paris and a man that I met there a few months ago when I was visiting a friend. I don’t know if this was for real or if I am just imaging it to have been as good as it actually was.
I met you on my first night in Paris, we started talking when the bar owner introduced us, I told you we where going to another place later and I gave you my number. I never thought that you actually would call but you did two hours later and you actually came.
I was happy, we went out to smoke and we stayed out talking for several hours, it felt so unreal to meet someone that fast and feel that you’ve known each other forever. We talked about everything, I didn’t know what to do I didn’t want to leave you. We spent the night together that night and the night after that and the night after that. Three days passed by as five minutes and then I had to go home, I didn’t want to leave you, not so fast, I wanted to be with you more and you said that you wanted it too.
I went home and back to my life; before I left you promised me that we would meet this summer. Now I don’t know, I think about you every day, every minute and every second. We don’t talk as much as when I came back and you are now in a totally different world on a different continent.
I want to see you this summer, I just don’t know if you want to see me again, I believe that what we had was something special, I know it seem silly and that I am a dreamer. I want to believe that you are my love and I want you to be my love.
I wish I could talk to you about it, face to face but I don’t know if I have to courage to tell you.
I want to be with you.