Saturday, June 12, 2004
In about two hours, I'll be reunited with the love of my life.
Eight years ago in college, my life took a turn when I met this intriguing Aussie exchange student. She was sexy, stylish, had a beautiful accent, and amazingly enough, she liked me, eventually we fell in love with each other.
After that fateful semester, she returned to Australia, and I went and did my exchange student thing in Mexico. After three years of seeing each other every six to ten months, trying to figure something out where we could be together, it ended.
Five years of little to no communication, with one brief series of communiques exploring the possibility of seeing each other again, we hadn't talked/emailed/wrote to each other. I tried to move on, but when I found myself boycotting watching the Sydney Olympics, I knew I was still messed in the head over her. No need to go into details, but in the manner it ended, I believed she moved on completely, without the gut-wrenching void I felt, and continued to feel for years.
This void manifested in the poor way I treated other women I dated, through no fault of their own. Every relationship I started, even from the first kiss, the first thought I had was always, "I wonder how this one will end?" Certainly not the material for a long relationship.
She contacted me late 2003, and told me she had not forgotten about me. On the contrary, she shared many of the same feelings I still had about her. After a terrifying (to me) flight to Sydney, we were together for the first time in five years. Amazing, how it seems like yesterday when you are so...I guess it would be connected with someone. We connect on a level that I have never done with anyone since we met. It took two weeks in Sydney (actually, less than that) to realize we are meant to be together.
So, what now? She's coming here tonight for a visit. Now we decide. Sydney or San Jose.
Eight years ago in college, my life took a turn when I met this intriguing Aussie exchange student. She was sexy, stylish, had a beautiful accent, and amazingly enough, she liked me, eventually we fell in love with each other.
After that fateful semester, she returned to Australia, and I went and did my exchange student thing in Mexico. After three years of seeing each other every six to ten months, trying to figure something out where we could be together, it ended.
Five years of little to no communication, with one brief series of communiques exploring the possibility of seeing each other again, we hadn't talked/emailed/wrote to each other. I tried to move on, but when I found myself boycotting watching the Sydney Olympics, I knew I was still messed in the head over her. No need to go into details, but in the manner it ended, I believed she moved on completely, without the gut-wrenching void I felt, and continued to feel for years.
This void manifested in the poor way I treated other women I dated, through no fault of their own. Every relationship I started, even from the first kiss, the first thought I had was always, "I wonder how this one will end?" Certainly not the material for a long relationship.
She contacted me late 2003, and told me she had not forgotten about me. On the contrary, she shared many of the same feelings I still had about her. After a terrifying (to me) flight to Sydney, we were together for the first time in five years. Amazing, how it seems like yesterday when you are so...I guess it would be connected with someone. We connect on a level that I have never done with anyone since we met. It took two weeks in Sydney (actually, less than that) to realize we are meant to be together.
So, what now? She's coming here tonight for a visit. Now we decide. Sydney or San Jose.
# posted by Swedish Steel @ 5:02 PM 
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