I keep thinking about before, when we first met. How simple everything was. Hom uncomplicated my life was..
I was the new girl in the office. Everyone and everything was very exciting..and being new to a place I went to every social gathering there was . However, being SO good-looking, I first ignored him, But he was always the centre of attention, arranging stuff, laughing, smiling, helping out without being asked..And always out, chatting to everyone&making sure that everyone was included..
I'm not sure how it started..I got to know him better and he started paying more attention to me than to others. He wasn't at all full of himself, just happy, chatty and simply nice...At first I didn't admit to myself that I fancied him...I could not simply think that a guy that everyone adored would adore me..you know.
My friend started to get annoyed, always complaining that whenever the 3 of us had a conversation, we ignored her and just chatted to each other..It made me smile. Because you know when you speak to someone and you feel that you are the only two people in the world? I felt that! And others could tell that's what we both felt!
I remember the summer of 2004, we were out with loads of people walking from pub to pub..and suddenly we were holding hands..My mate winked at me "what's going on,girl?"..I just smiled at her.. Think this was the first time we flirted big time. Oh, how cute and innocent..and fun. Oh simple fun..
Then we kissed for the first time. We were out in a club, dancing and suddenly he kissed me. I remember being thrilled like "finally!". Everyone of our mates around us started to cheer&clap. It had been obvious to everyone but me..
A part of me wants to go back..It was so simple before, Nothing was complicated..Just the excitement of thinking about when he'd text me next..when we'd meet next..how many emails he'd send me...would he stop by my desk at work to chat..would he ask me to lunch..would we make plans for the weekend? Simple stuff. Fun stuff.
Now I wish I had enjoyed it more. Little did I know what was ahead of me!
...to be continued...
mad-poet

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