23/12/07

this morning, at breakfast people were sitting there, talking abouthow the world is so small that you could just randomly run into anyone at anytime. i looked out of the windows, thinking how amazing this randomness could be and what surprise it would bring to our life...

 

2nd day, since i moved into this new hostel, i was worried about going back to the initial situation again, knowing practically nobody. that afternoon, coming back from class, or dinner (whatever it is), i was in the dorm, about to go out. at the door, in front of my face, i met those hazel eyes, deep and shining brightly. for a moment, i was completely caught in them. coming back to my senses, i found out that, they belong to an equally beautiful face. the boy was not very tall but in fairly good shape. nervous and surprised, "are you living here?" is the thing that came out of my mouths. he smile, shyly and walked into the dorm, sitting in a bed. then i realised there is another guy behind him. we started talking, but the boy just laid quietly in his bed.

 

the next day, at the breakfast, i saw him again, in black pants and shirts, the hair making perfect curves over his eyes. he walked into the door, with the same shy look (which later i discovered was almost identical to him). so i gave him a smile and he came to sit down beside me. as usual, he was a good audience, making no comment while me and the other guy were talking. it was only after the guy left we couldfinally have a conversation, from which i got to know a little bit more behind the pretty face: he is only 18, from a small town in chile, just finished high school and wanted to study film in buenos aires. it was a very nice talk, for the reason that we both share the same interest, but also for the reason that i felt so comfortable talking with him. he talks slow but with unexpected humor and  very soft and deep voice, which has the power to calm you down. that is probably how we became friends.

 

at night i didnt see him come back. the other guy said he moved out. i suddenly felt disappointed. but in the end, he showed up again, which led to other encounters bwteen us.

 

the 2nd time we hang out together was the last dinner with bia. i casually asked him if he wanted to join and he easily agreed. again, he was very quietfirst meeting bia. but it did not took long until we all started joking with each other. the restaurant we went was not very near to our hostel but with his little map and oraientation we did not have much trouble looking for the right location. he is also extremely gentel, always letting me and bia go first and holding the doors for us. i guess it´s just not common for a 18 year old nowadays. the dinner was great, i felt like the time could not be better. i had a cute boy and a good friend beside me, what more could i ask for? the place was crowded, dark and hot, with the little light of the candle i could see that he was sweating. he found me staring at him, so he grinned back, blinking his eyes.

 

after that, we went back to the hostel, i thought everybody would be sleeping already but surprisingly when we arrived we found the door was lucked and everyone was out. so it gave us a chance to spend sometime alone, which i really loved. we talked for 4 hours, about everyting, familym life perspectives, religion, political believes etc...we did actually have similair takes on a lot of the issues. he admited that he is a slow type of person who would rather sit back and observe. it is a little weird to a 18 year old but i liked it. guess that´s why im attracted to him. i like it when he is quiet with other people but could joke and talk a lot when it is just me and him around. at the same time, he was a lot of ideas, and ambitions. i hope that we could be just like that forever. but pretty soon, the other guys came back and checked the clock, it was 4:30am.

 

yesterday was the last day we spent together. i would really love to spend the whole day just with him. but unfortunately i had to go to the bus station with this german guy to buy the ticket for my next trip. so i told him to meet me at the hostel at 5pm to help me buy the camera recharger. it was part of the reason but also because we just wanted to hang out with him before he leaves. at 5, he came to the hostel right in time, so there we were, wondering on florida, the major shopping street in BA. we were in no luck, but he was a good company, talking walking.i liked when he was sophsticated, sometimes a little naughty. even if we were not talking, there was no pressure. we had dinner together in a chinese buffet. good meal, i had a little beer, to warm myself up but also to get drunk a little, in case i got attempted to do something crazy (when i look at him, i cant help notice his beautifully shaped lips and sexy collarbones :P, which made me wanna do something evil). but i didnt in the end. he was too innocent, i didnt wanna take the risk of ruining everything. it was just right between us. after the meal, we were about to go to a street show, but it got too cold that i decided to take a taxi to the hostel. there he showed me his magical machenical camera, which did not need any battery to operate, and was as special and as sophsitcated as him. i took a pic of him, sitting in the bed of the hostel. he said he would send it back to me.

 

at night, i laid in my bed, thinking that it would be our last night together, so last chance to ever say something. in the end, i typed something in the mobile, and showed it to him. in the dark, i saw the light of the mobile phone, hearing the sound of him typing and my heart beating. it was nothing surprising yet everything sweet.

 

this morning i did not wanna get up, knowing that i would wake up and find that bed empty. but to my surprise, when i opened my eyes, he was still there. sleeping in? why did i have to see him again? makes everything harder! then he got up, packing his bag, saying nothing. and i didnt say anything either, just stayed in my bed, watching him, until he finished packing up everything. he walked to me, waving goodbyes, i waved back to him and watched him turn back, walk out and disappear.

 

i felt so lost, the same horrible feeling i had 2 years ago has come back--to miss someone less than 1 hour after he left. i was going to the street market today. but im just not in the mood. instead, i spent the whole day writing everything down, so that i dont lose them. they are too much, too precious. i try too hard to carve everything in my head as possible, the face, the smile, the voice....