6 years ago today was the day when I actually met him. The Australian that changed my life. I met him at the Hunter College subway station. He was my first kiss and the first man I fell in love with. He got married with a Brazillian girl and is now very happy in Melbourne, Australia.
I can't ever forget his face. I can never forget his voice nor his accent and his mischievious grin. And I can never forget the advice he gave me that day. And I never saw him again.
I'm sure he's forgotten me already. But that's ok. I will always remember him.
The poem I dedicated to him is in a box in my closet, hoping that one day I'll be able to publish it so that he can read this and the other poems for him. He always told me that he'd be there for my first book signing when I become a big shot writer. i'm pretty sure he wouldn't go anyways. He always said that I would be a great writer someday.
That would be after I finish my degree in 2014, or revise it next Spring.
Anyways, time for studying and Happy Six years!
Cheers!
Wow! Let's just move to australia shall we and find us some Aussie bums! :) I always have felt that in most cases, non-american men have a diff. outlook on love,life and women...hopefully one day i will get to go to Europe or down under and discover for myself :) He may not be the 1, but there's another great 1 waiitn for u
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