This is a story about falling in love while traveling. It’s going to get personal but I mean seriously, when am I not oversharing?
If you’ve been following this blog, you’ll know I sold all my possessions and left home to to twerk across 12+ countries this year.
This adventure was meant for me to dive head first into the full-time creative life. Into the person I always knew I was. And falling in love was certainly on the agenda. But the kind where you fall in love with travel, food, culture – not the kind where you fall in love someone. Although in the back of my mind I knew it was going to happen because I’m a human with a vagina and feelings.
But I never thought falling for someone while traveling would be like this.
I know now you’re sitting there thinking, “Well…WHO IS IT?”
He was a boy.
We met in Argentina.
I’m not a believer of love at first sight but I was instantly drawn to him. Maybe it was his eyes or sunshine smile. I don’t know, damn. When you’re attracted to someone everything about them makes sense.
On day 1 we met standing next to each other in a crowd. We found out we’re both from the same city. He felt slightly like home.
On day 2 we chatted over delicious chicken crepes. He told me about his past, I told him about what I believed in. It was like talking to an old friend, all secrets laid out on the table.
On day 3 we had ice cream. I showed him one of my whimsical Youtube videos and he adored it. We had dinner and then we spent the night together. Everything was intense, harmonious, and absolutely right.
On day 4 we were infatuated. I fell into his arms like a soft feather resting in its nest.
On day 5 we asked each other questions. Silly to personal to everything in between. If happy describes what it felt like to be next to him then yes, I was happy. We were happy.
Day 6 sweetly melted into Day 7 like chocolate drizzle on ice cream. He woke me up with kisses, I absorbed myself in his embrace.
And on Day 7,
on Day 7 I packed my bags.
Looked at him with longing eyes.
Whispered, “see you later”.
I left Argentina.
And him, too, to write another chapter in his travels.
Today, I lay in bed with a heavy heart wondering when will I ever see him again.
And when I do, if everything will have changed and if I’ve lost a love that grew so fast but faded so slowly.