. It’s just out of sync, really.<br />
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I had such great plans for the summer and none of those things happened. Not for the lack of trying tho. I was waiting after people, making plans with people and having high hopes and expectations for people, only to be let down every fucking single time. <br />
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So I think I’ve given up on people. At least counting on them, on any meaningful or substantial level. I love to keep thing superficial. Just yesterday I met a guy at the hostel I had apparently befriended a day before. Couldn’t even remember his face. Fuck me, right? <br />
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Lesson learned. It proved, once again, that I will eventually have to make my own way in life. A path unwalked. A story unwritten.
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And she was just… stunning. Georgeous. The most magnificent being I’ve ever had the honor to encounter. Her smooth skin under my fingertips, her pearly white smile… I was absolutely dumbstruck. Se was so very much out of my league. It just didn’t feel real.
And for a few days I felt as if this was it. That something could really come of it. But as much as I was ecstatic, I was worried - seriously questioning, wether I had anything to offer to another person? How would the logistics work? The budgeting, the entertainment, the career and hobbies… It made me realize I needed to make some serious changes in my life in order to make anything between myself and another person work.
So I was almost relieved (although bittered and obviously a little hurt) when she told me off. That this really was a one-time thing. A vacant space in my heart with not much else but a pale memory. Then again, it reminded to sort my life out, so if another opportunity should arise, I wouldn’t miss it.