Only to never hear from or see them again. I don’t care if I only knew you for 40 minutes maximum; something about you made me want more time, like forever. Everything was perfect and I don’t think I would ever be able to find a fault and I would never want to.
From the moment I saw you in the library and then from the moment I got the courage to actually form words towards you. From the moment that I found out you were doing the same assignment as me and struggling with the same part of it as I was. From the moment you helped me and I helped you and the moment you started talking about staplers and how you work at a News Agency that has a 50 page stapler there which is amazing to use because all you have to do is press it lightly. I just knew I had found something amazing.
I did not realise how amazing until we started talking more once we left the library. You love the same bands as me; like exactly the same friggin’ bands as me, which no one ever does. I could see us just sitting in a room talking or playing xbox while listening to Rise Against, A Day to Remember, Paramore and all those other bands that we share in common.
You loved my tattoo and at the current moment I can not even remember how we started talking about tattoo’s. You told about and showed me the seven you had, even though your eighteenth wasn’t for another two weeks, and your tattoo’s were amazing; they just seemed so you.
We were heading in the same direction still so we boarded the same bus and let me tell you, that bus trip could not have been shorter for me, but I continued to learn more about you and our similarities. You loved more of the same games as I did. You loved Batman and Star Wars and even wanted to get a Batman tattoo on your thigh. I remember you telling me that when you get home you were going to go play some Gears and my heart skipped a beat. This girl, who I had just met and already regarded as the most perfect person, is going home to play one of my most favourite games ever.
And then the most horrible part of the encounter (for me at least). I thought “okay, obviously a girl who loves gaming this much must have xbox live…” so I asked if you did. Your answer was gut wrenching; I remember it clearly; “no I don’t, but I just use my boyfriend’s account.” There, you had said it; the ‘b’ word. I could feel the smile fade slightly from my face as I tried to remain cool about it. I know I managed it partially as we continued to talk for the remainder of the bus trip, but the second half of the trip was a blur and I can’t remember much of what was said.
As we drew near to your bus stop I pulled out the whole “well, as uni meetings go, we’ll probably never see each other again, which is unfortunate because you’re pretty cool.” She agreed with this statement and no this was not a corny way of asking for her number. We both hopped off the bus, even though it wasn’t my stop, which was only a further six hundred metres up the road. And before you could dart away I quickly offered you my number so you could text or call me when you finish uni some day and wanted to hang out. You smiled at me and just said “real smooth dude, real smooth,” even though you made no attempt to stop me from taking your phone and putting my number in it. And then we parted ways just like that.
I’m still yet to hear from you and it’s very unlikely I’ll see you at uni again. But I’m holding on to a tiny sliver of hope that one afternoon you will text or call me, asking what I’m doing. Or maybe one day I’ll run into you again at uni. Or maybe even at the up coming A Day To Remember concert happening in Brisbane in July cause I’m sure you wouldn’t miss it. As for the boyfriend… I can only hope….
So, here’s to the most perfect person I have ever met and the hope that I hear from her.
