This is my truth, tell me yours.
We met on a strange night. You said you were cool and I said I was cute. You looked different and noble. And confusing. Your name was a bit uncommon too. I liked your sense of humor and the way you laughed. And the way you moved.
You said you were in a relationship that was ok, but on the other hand you felt lonely that night because your other one wasn?t there. You said that you didn?t want it to be this way. I was trying to understand what was that you were after. I thought I knew; now I guess I do not. I even was mean at you for talking with me while being with someone else. I though it was not polite.
We exchanged e-mail addresses and telephone numbers.

Then you vanished. I was sure you were having a nice time with your other one, and you probably did. I sent you an e-mail a couple of days later. Nothing special, just asking how you?re doing and stuff. Without even expecting an answer. Or was I?

But I got one. You said you were feeling really good. Super, to be exact. And that there was a certain song that you?d like to play me, so that I could actually hear how fine you were. We talked again and this time there was no other, at least for me. I kept on thinking that it is silly for me to start feeling things for someone I meet in such a way, but your smile and words pushed these thoughts away. I was feeling ok and happy.

Next day was Valentine?s day; ?you?d probably spend it with your loved one?. It made no difference. Nothing was on yet. You said I was positive which I didn?t understand. And I still don?t. But I guess I am.

We talked again and on the phone and again and I really started to like you.Then you invited me to your home. It was a Friday night. And I came. And I liked you even more. And I guess you liked me too. I liked you so much I stayed awake looking at you while you were asleep, smelling you, feeling you, playing with your hair or your legs or your belly and loving the way you almost snored when I hugged you.

The morning was as wonderful. Sunny. Warm. With lots of cigarettes, Japanese music, laughter, more hugs and kisses. I whispered some Depeche Mode lyrics in your ear, fearing it might be too early, fearing you?ll misinterpret them, or leave them unnoticed. I was afraid of having to go because I was afraid it would end right there and then.

Has it?

I was waiting for the elevator and the wait seemed too short. We said goodbye and auf wiedersehen.

Has it?

Most probably yes, it has ended.
Which is sad.