From the Eiffel TowerApril 14, 1998
Andy and I woke up on time and were out the door headed to the airport as scheduled. I would have liked to talk to his father a while longer; he seemed very interesting.
Once we arrived at the airport, we had one final cup of coffee together and had our last conversation. We embraced one another and shared our last kiss before I boarded the plane. I turned back around one last time; I can still see him walking away.
Based on the way Andy interacted with me during this trip, I interpreted him as being very sincere towards me. He was attentive and sweet. All in all, I loved very moment we spent together, even when I went to the Louvre by myself. I wanted nothing more than to wake up every morning and see his jeans and tennis shoes on my bedroom floor. I don't know how Andy felt about me since I didn't go there with him.
Andy and I took different roads for our lives. His dreams and goals were different from mine. In retrospect, I had a wonderful adventure with him and believe that if I had the opportunity, I would do it all over again and again and again.
I have decided not to meet people over the internet anymore. The outcome can be too painful and I want this one adventure to be the last of its kind. I suspect that I will never experience anyone like him again.
There will always be a special place in my heart for him.
Kisses to you, my friend.
1 comment:
No. It was hard moving on for both of us. Neither of us were in a position to move to the other's country so we had to end it. I don't know how it was for him but it was hard for me.
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