That Monday we text one another for 2 hours. With all that is in me, I want to hear his voice – and his adorable accent. But I know, he’s working… and the phone he’s using is a shared phone with one of his collegues while they’re training in the states. He tells me he misses me, he wishes he could see me and hug and kiss me. And that he wishes I could see the smile on his face.
I can, I tell him. I committed the look of his smile to my memory somewhere around 9pm on Saturday
night.
He tells me he wants to be with me, and wonders why I have to live on another continent. I tell him I have a passport and that he’s crazy to think I’d let a continent be an obstacle for me, after the time we’ve spent together and with all the feelings I’m feeling now.
He tells me he wants to visit Austin again this year, and wonders if I know of any good places to stay. I tell him I can only think of one. He asks to make reservation – I tell him I’ll be here whenever he decides to come back. And I’ll happily jump on the first plane to Holland when he decides it’s a good time for me to visit.
He asks me what it was about him that I was attracted to, and tells me I’m not allowed to say his accent or his looks. I remind him that I wasn’t facing the door when he walked in, I was talking to a guy… and the energy or the universe, instincts, whatever, forced me to turn around. This was before I saw his face or heard him speak. I reminded him that it was more than his dimples, blue eyes and accent.
I tell him that I need to get to sleep… and he says, “ Eeen knuffel voor Stella en een kus voor jou sleep lekker en fijne droman.”
A hug for Stella, a kiss for you. Good night and sweet dreams.
With that… I fall asleep… probably still smiling.
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