It all started with a “No”

This is not a love story.
This is not sad.

The beginning of this story is not very important, I was in Costa-Rica and I met a guy…

The real story begins when he answered “No”.

The question had been: “Do you want me to leave you alone?”
Sounds weird, I know. For the past two hours, I had been standing beside him, watching over him. A long, tiring night but I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world, except maybe less rum!

At the same time, it was one of the worst night. There was nothing I could do to help him, except be there. I barely knew him but already I considered him as a friend, and therefore, I cared. Is it weird to care about someone you just met?  Still, I cared about him and it hurt me to see him like that. I felt so powerless, so useless.

Then I asked the question and he answered. It was so deep, so confident that I could not move. I stayed.

We talked. He couldn’t understand why I stayed with him, the guy I met three days ago. And I couldn’t explain it.

In the few times that we had talked before, he had shown an incredible intelligence. He knew and understood stuff that I can only dream of comprehending, but he was never showy or haughty. He simply had ideals and defended them. He got talking with this one other guy, a very cute American, and they were on the same page though they disagreed completely; but it was interesting to watch. They had intelligent arguments unlike some actual debates in Quebec…

Because of that, it became really easy to forget that the man in front of me was only my age. He always seemed older to me, his eyes…
The one thing that gave him away was his laugh! It was so clear and true, never grave. I couldn’t stop myself smiling when he laughed!  That and Dominique!

At 4 am, I finally went to bed with the thought that I was getting up at 7 am to go surfing.
The worst is that he got up and came surfing too. he actually did pretty well while I ended up on the beach, unable to move, completely dehydrated…

After that night, we talked a lot. About this or that.
We shared stories and for once, I felt like someone understood me entirely.

I learned that he had a girlfriend. I cannot say that I wasn’t disappointed, but I couldn’t fight it. So I backed off.

But, till the very end, he was always a gentleman, and always so caring. He could read my thoughts and emotions like no one. He seemed to know when I was feeling off just by a look.

He taught me not to be afraid of the future and to believe in myself. Sometimes, it’s all you need to succeed. It’s scary to start anew, but he gave me the strength.

I will always remember this meeting and be grateful for what he’s done for me, even if he doesn’t admit it.

This is my Thank You to him, though he might never get to read this text.