~*~ Chapter 8 ~*~
The days before his trip went by too fast. But too much happened.
Now, you see, I have this problem. I don’t know if you see it as a problem, but I do, since I’m not rich or anything like that. I love giving my friends and beloved ones gifts. So, one day we were talking about perfumes and colognes. We were both crazy about that. I love guys that wear colognes. They have to smell great for me. And he felt the same way about women. So we were talking about our favorite ones and I told him about this cologne a friend of mine had. And he told me he had never smelled that one. The very next I went to the mall, bought the damn cologne and sent it to him. All in the same day. He got the gift the following day. He thanked me and said he was actually speechless.
After a while, John, a friend of his (that kinda became mine too) told me Josh rubbed at his face that cologne for about two days, saying stuff like: “Did YOU get a cologne? Oh, no? Yeah, didn’t think so…”
At that time, I thought it was cute. He liked the gift so much he couldn’t keep it to himself.
But now that I stop to think better about it, I again understand it as he was just trying to show it off, trying to prove to himself and to his friends that he was some hot shot guy, that some chick he didn’t even know in person and met online for about 10 days had sent him an expensive cologne through the mail.
Yeah… maybe that really was his thought.
The trip was now only one week away. I had to meet him that weekend or I’d have to wait for him to come back in a month, because he was leaving soon. And as anxious as I am, I was determined to meet him before his trip. I couldn’t bare the thought of having to wait for a whole month to meet him. He was going on January 9th, a Monday, so I planned on going on the 6th, to spend the weekend with him.
But fate once again interfered. His plane ticket was changed to an earlier flight, and he was going on Jan. 8th. I couldn’t visit him as I was planning on doing. He was traveling on a Sunday. I wouldn’t be able to spend the whole weekend with him that way.
The day he told me on the phone he really was going on the 9th I thought he was joking. A sick joke, of course, but a joke nonetheless. I soon realized he was not joking and got really, really sad.
I don’t know… I always tend to think that when things don’t go as I planned, it was because it was not supposed to happen at all. So when that happened, I thought someone was trying to tell me not to go for it. Not to try to meet him. But I guess my heart was louder and I didn’t listen to reason once again.
I tried to let that thought go, as I concentrated on having the best time talking to him, whether it was on the MSN Messenger, on Orkut, on the phone or through cell messages. We were always connected by that time. We talked every single day, at least 3 hours a day. And I was really putting all my efforts on having him to me. I knew I couldn’t, he lived too far away from me, but I wanted him. Only him by that time.
No one else mattered. Really.
~*~ Chapter 7 ~*~
~*~ Chapter 9 ~*~
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