Getting to know

What happens if we meet someone and we already know it’s gonna end again?

How does it change the way we interact? The things we tell each other about one another?

On the one hand we know, that this may be the only chance we get to share. On the other hand, we have someone completely strange on the other side, that could basically be anyone.

I find myself trusting more, while I travel.

I think I’m already pretty trusting usually. But while I’ve traveled, there’ve been many encounters with people, that I knew would be temporary. I found myself being more open to those I felt a connection with, in order to show them who I was in the short time we had together. It has enabled me to meet them on a deep level, even if it was only for a few days or weeks.

Today you left.

You packed your bags and I stayed. We never decided to give a name to what we had. Somehow it felt warm with you, since the start. There was something about you that I’d knew I’d miss, once you’d be gone. I wanted to get to know you, understand as much about you as I possibly could.

Sometimes I felt impatient, wanting to have more time, to go deeper. Tricks of time can make us miss the moments we actually do have together.

Because we are to conscious about them passing instead of enjoying them.

To me you were hard to read. Especially in the beginning I did not know, what to think about you at all. But as with many people that you vibe with, we started to find a common ground. Without even talking that much. I don’t know if it happened somewhere between the waves in the ocean, or when I took one of your earphones on the bus and we sat there listening to your music together, on our way to a place we did not know. Or if it was one of those nights when we shared common ideas and the past over beer and cigarettes.

Somehow you create something inside of a bubble for this short amount of time, that you want to preserve, to further explore. But at the same time you know, it’s never gonna last the way it is.

And once you cross the line of friends towards intimacy a whole new layer is added.

I find myself looking at you differently.

The way you move, how you talk, how your arms look like between the sunshine and the shadow.

I find myself being surprised about this and how we turned out. And between learning more about this new person, I find myself learning new things about myself too. And I love that. When people, that have never been that far from each other really, meet you on the other side of the world and show you a new side of you.

Maybe that’s what you’ve met them for all along. Because it wouldn’t have been possible any other way than this. And maybe you don’t have to name it. Maybe some relations do not need a name, maybe knowing them and what they’ve been is already enough.