It's been a month since I started talking to my wonderful boy-from-Belfast (I like how this name has caught on - it's what most of you folks call him now hahaha). It started over a silly retweet 2 days before the Man Utd - Arsenal game (which WE wonnnn!!! Just sayin)...being an Arsenal supporter (eww, I know) the first thing he ever tweeted to me was smack talk dissing Rio and my Roo lol. Given that rocky start :P it's incredible how close we've gotten over the past month - an all-enveloping love for Trance, football, and our eerily similar views on life have made for a month of ENDLESS banter and timezone-defying videochats. Emotionally retarded individual that I am, I've never slipped into this comfort zone with someone so easily. It's a beautiful thing.
He bashfully told me yesterday that there's a girl in Edinburgh he liked before we "met" and he's off to visit her this weekend like they'd planned months ago. Am I jealous/sad/crying-myself-to-sleep? To be 100% honest no, not one bit. I guess if he and I were closer, we'd probably be so much more. But I'm of the opinion that if something more is meant to happen, it will some day. Till then, I'm koo' :)
....I do love that my phone still constantly goes off every 5 minutes with a message from him. Pretty sure that's my cheeky heart telling me that him being my "bestie" might not be good enough forever.
:) Yeah, if it's meant to be, then nothing can stop it, no matter how impossible it seems! Voice of experience speaking here :P
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