In my head, I would never see him again. I liked how it ended: with a hug and a look that meant, “This is it?” It was storybook. We were in Ireland, in front of the massive gates at Trinity College, and I remember the long walk across the campus, back to my room, thinking that I could go home happy now. I used the last few precious minutes on my Irish Nokia cell phone to call him, hours before my plane took off, and joke and laugh and put an extra sheen on the experience that was meeting him.
It was so lovely. Wrapped up in a package, neatly sealed, tucked in a corner of a country that I would visit again but never really experience in the same way. He was a part of that. The perfect day, inside the perfect 6 weeks.
Today I got a Facebook message.
Subject: Yo!
Hey Lauren,
I dont know how far along your "leave New York, go to culinary school" plan you are but if you're still in NY, I'm heading over to stay with some friends of mine on sunday. I'll be there for 2 weeks (4th-18th), if you’re around we should get together at some stage.
Hope you're well,
graham.
It’s been four years. And now that I know he’ll be here soon, I feel like I can’t wait another day.
2 comments:
eeeee! I hope you get to meet him and he's still awesome and you get to create some more beautiful times!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE is RIGHT.
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