Limbo
JP.
HOW could I forget about JP? He's the reason for the wonderfulness of my New Years Eve. And the wonderfulness of the two weeks that ensued after that. The one I left in Brasil, who has now travelled back to the land of even more gorgeous women (who are more his height, but we dealt with that...) aka Buenos Aires.
You can't have your cake and eat it, I know that. To be honest, JP was my cake. That guy who I tried to ignore. The guy I knew I liked but tried to invert it, focus on his height, or slight lack thereof. His ability to get distracted inimaginably easily - can you get ADHD over the age of 25? How anyone can walk as slowly as he does is beyond me. How he can read my mind, know exactly what I want and let me have it without a fuss. How he is a hallucinogenic fog that descends over me when I get too close and makes me do crazy things on a 7 hour bus journey.
It was Brasil. It was my birthday. I was on holiday. It was only two weeks - what the hell could have seriously happened in that time?
Who am I trying to kid. The Guy, (the Hot Potato, see below) is great, gorgeous and funny. And he's on the same continent - bonus. But JP is...JP. He's the guy who reassures you. The guy who's selfless and generous and loving and lovely. Funny and intelligent. Who teaches you and learns things at the same time without you even realising it. Theu guy who listens and remembers. The guy who made me realise that I'm worth more than I thought. He's the ultimate. He's my ultimate.
But he's in Argentina and Lord knows when I'm gonna see him again. The Hot Potato - he's from near me in London, and lives 20minutes away from me in Manchester. Sometimes geography matters! Oh, but does it really? Would I be jeopardising a potentially beautiful thing with JP in the favour of short term gratification (and it would be gratifying)? Or should I just go for it - after all, you're only young once, and how many Hot Potatoes does a person meet in their lifetime? Two?
...And now I'm back in Limbo.
HOW could I forget about JP? He's the reason for the wonderfulness of my New Years Eve. And the wonderfulness of the two weeks that ensued after that. The one I left in Brasil, who has now travelled back to the land of even more gorgeous women (who are more his height, but we dealt with that...) aka Buenos Aires.
You can't have your cake and eat it, I know that. To be honest, JP was my cake. That guy who I tried to ignore. The guy I knew I liked but tried to invert it, focus on his height, or slight lack thereof. His ability to get distracted inimaginably easily - can you get ADHD over the age of 25? How anyone can walk as slowly as he does is beyond me. How he can read my mind, know exactly what I want and let me have it without a fuss. How he is a hallucinogenic fog that descends over me when I get too close and makes me do crazy things on a 7 hour bus journey.
It was Brasil. It was my birthday. I was on holiday. It was only two weeks - what the hell could have seriously happened in that time?
Who am I trying to kid. The Guy, (the Hot Potato, see below) is great, gorgeous and funny. And he's on the same continent - bonus. But JP is...JP. He's the guy who reassures you. The guy who's selfless and generous and loving and lovely. Funny and intelligent. Who teaches you and learns things at the same time without you even realising it. Theu guy who listens and remembers. The guy who made me realise that I'm worth more than I thought. He's the ultimate. He's my ultimate.
But he's in Argentina and Lord knows when I'm gonna see him again. The Hot Potato - he's from near me in London, and lives 20minutes away from me in Manchester. Sometimes geography matters! Oh, but does it really? Would I be jeopardising a potentially beautiful thing with JP in the favour of short term gratification (and it would be gratifying)? Or should I just go for it - after all, you're only young once, and how many Hot Potatoes does a person meet in their lifetime? Two?
...And now I'm back in Limbo.
posted by KJT at 9:28 pm
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