Meeting up
Mood:  amorous
Topic: Australia
I had dreamt of that moment a thousand times, but what actually happened was rather awkward and stiff. He looked exactly the same since we parted 5 months ago - tired, stressed and overworked, not what I had expected at all. Then I realised that perhaps it was in his nature to work harder then is expected of him. Which moved me to an extend.

We spent 1 1/2 hours together in total, chatting about general things happening in our lives, catching up on gossips. I spent most of the time trying to appear as nochalent as I possibly could, while in reality my heart was racing faster than Michael Schumacher. He asked me about what I wanted to do with my life, and poked about various ideas I had. It was a strange irony, I avoided asking him questions because I remembered how he didn't enjoy my provocation. Yet there he was trying to draw something out of me.

And then we parted. I stayed behind the junction and took one more look at him walking away. We promised to keep in touch, he suggested dropping by sometime late this year, which made me wildly estactic - for I thought perhaps it would be the last time we meet. Yet if I could choose I want to see him again and again and again some more for the rest of my life.