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I've just come back from the world gymnaestrada in lisbon, where, at the closing ceremony-party, i randomly met a lovely young volunteer-man, Pedro (laugh if you will) in a strange gymnaestrada dance where you hug people. I got a photo taken of both of us, and he gave me his tshirt. I spent the rest of the night looking for him, and eventually found him and he signed the tshirt. Then I lost him again. I was kicking myself that i didnt get his number or anything, but if this doesnt make you believe in fate, i duno what will. Out of 26,000 people there, i sat on the train at the end, and he was behind me, so wrote email addresses on each others tshirts, and spoke til i had to (grudgingly) leave.
And that was it. Nothing else came of it, other than a twisted ankle from falling down the stairs whilst excitably telling a friend all about him . Yet I've come home feeling that i've left something really important behind, for once, its not my passport.
I got home and he'd already sent me probably the nicest email i've ever had, and it seems he feels pretty much the same. Persuing someone thousands of miles away, who iv bumped into seems crazy, but i cant imagine never seeing him again. I've never clicked like that with anyone before. I want to go back, and have hundreds of 1/2 portugese babies.
Have you people ever had anything like that (though it seems pretty unlikely) or even just more normal long distance relationships before, and what came of them?
I want to be back there now. |
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