Thursday, March 15, 2007

Oh. What A Night

I met the Italian to hear what he had to say, or to say goodbye or whatever. Actually I realise why I did it - because I recognised the good in him.

And it was actually nice. I didn't feel the creepiness, and we sat in the park under a blue dome sky and chatted. Sei bella. Your eyes.

He's the one person who understands my inner hippy, my inner crazy, my inner core. That's what he is. I could never be that person, but it was so nice to be, just for a few hours. I was that person in Noumea, I was that person for a few days in Paris, I was for a few hours tonight. And that's why I said goodbye and didn't have dinner with him, didn't prolong it, because I don't need anything more.

It's not often you can look in someone's eyes without blinking for a minute or more, or listen to someone speak honestly, from beyond the heart. It's not often you can lose yourself.


Blogger Luli said...

Alas, love may not bloom between the two of you, BUT, at least you can eat at the deli again!

10:27 PM  
Blogger Karen said...

You have a way of putting certain things into words sometimes that I often feel, but don't know how to say.

7:10 AM  
Blogger Julia said...

Luli that's true!

Karen, thank you. It's amazing when you can put into words the feelings going on in your head and your heart.

9:38 AM  
Blogger Sarah said...

why do we all supress our inner hippie?

7:27 PM  

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