December 30, 2009
I think I met someone. I mean, I know for a fact that I met someone. I meet people every day, but this someone feels more special than the others. All the signs are there.
There are a couple of problems however:
1. I only met him once. It was brief but electric.
2. I might not ever see him again. We live in very different parts of the world.
3. I don't really know him at all. But I want to. And my mind is happily staying active by gluing together the pieces of information that I do have, spiced up with some imaginary, albeit likely, facts. I try to make it stop, but you know how it is, it can be hard.
Now, I'm trying to be smart about this one. Telling myself that I'm a grownup now, a grownup who doesn't need her imagination to run out of control (wishful thinking). But I still find myself agreeing with myself that he and I would have the best kids in the world.
Is this what comes with the internationalisation (is that even a word?) of the world? Lots of people must be going through this all the time as we travel more and more and global has become local.
As I'm pondering upon how to be a bit cool about the whole thing, and seeing what real possibilities there might actually be, I think he'll just have to be my imaginary dream prince for now. Just for a while.
Posted by Hermione at 2:23 AM