...someone often gets hurt.
My daily quest for conviviality has become an arduous struggle since the closure of the Warm Up Café. It is the place I liked to frequent. I liked it's clientele and atmosphere. Most regulars were, and still are, dear friends of mine.
We have been temporarily scattered, dispersed by the tragic event. We are without a base, an army without camp, or worse, homeless, without warmth and shelter.
You may think I'm being melodramatic, but I kid you not, this is as serious an event as any I've been through lately. I know the Warm Up story is not over, by any means, and it is only a matter of time before it re-emerges, stronger and better. But the waiting is unbearable.
But what has this subject got to do with the title of this post?
Absolutely nothing. I´ll get back to the intended topic.
Some days ago I spent an evening and most of the night with a girl I've known a while and have secretly liked. By secretly I mean that my attraction for her remained undisclosed, locked in my thoughts. I didn't want to let her know my feelings for fear of souring our friendship. I'm sure you all understand.
However, as the night progressed and the beer flowed, I built up the courage to make a move and follow my instinct. I was pleasantly surprised when she responded positively to my advances. She had also told me earlier on, that she had lost interest in some guy - a friend of mine - she fancied for a while.
The coast was clear and I reacted.
He who dares wins!
Or does he?
After that rendezvous, contact between us lessened from what it had been previously, when we were mere friends.
Confused, I decided to be upfront and ask her if there was something wrong. On FaceBook Chat!
"Nothing wrong!" came the reply."But I may not have been completely honest with you that night"
"Well...my heart is elsewhere. There's someone I really like and he's away at present"
"If your heart was elsewhere, why were your lips on mine?" I enquired
"I don't know...I'm sorry, maybe the drink had something to do with it"
"No need to apologise. I did what I wanted to do"
As the saying goes 'better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved'
Intimacy is a rare and precious gift, to be enjoyed even in the briefest of moments.