In those two weeks I really had the time of my life – I am sure you felt it too.
I don’t know how often your actions made my mind change perspective, I lost count already. Something has changed and I am here, clueless, trying to understand if it was me, if I just misunderstood you the whole time, if … if. Too many possibilities, conflicting signals, hopes and dreams I cannot easily suppress.
I hardly know you and yet you have monopolized my mind. You’ll never know, but it wasn’t love at first sight: I thought to be lucky as you’ll never be a problem to my sanity. How wrong I was.
You are online, and I cannot talk to you.
I don’t want to come across as needy but it is hard to resist.
I’d love a sign, a word… anything really.
I’d be happy to know you are still thinking of me once in a while.
I miss the laugh, the banter, that incredible feeling you made me experience.
It was all new to me, and was magical.
But I cannot tell you.
Balancing constantly on this thread of what I can say and what is not appropriate is tiring, exhausting.
Say a word, and I’ll jump on the next plane.