What's wrong with a little distance?

I never thought I would end up in a situation like this again, and to be honest after a very bitter experience, I vowed that I wouldn't make that mistake again. But now, here we are, late night phone calls and online chat sessions with, lets face it, a person who I'll probably never have the opportunity to meet.


I like to think of myself as an optimist, but these days, realism is a state of mind that I find myself more often than not. It's a nice idea to think, that many hundreds of miles away, there lies a person who could be just perfect for me. He could ultimately end my search for love and companionship. But I can't help but to think that whatever we have, whatever we share, might not ever be more than just that.

A long time ago, when I was very young and naive to love, I found myself in this exact situation. I met a very charming, and handsome Jewish boy whom I fell very hard for. We spent many months getting to know one another, and eventually it got pretty serious. He met my mother and spoke with her on numerous occasions. He even made plans to visit me. But sadly enough, none of that happened. Our relationship ended in the subways of Montreal, in the arms of another woman. I had invested so much of myself, only to be left with a broken heart.

With that in mind, I can't help but take all of this with a grain of salt. While I'm not expecting this to be my happily ever after, I wouldn't mind if it was.


This boy, he makes me feel things I haven't felt in a very long time. His smile and his laugh. The way he says my name with his alluring, low-pitched strong and vivid voice. All of him brings out something inside of me. Whatever it is, it makes my heart happy, and brings a smile to my face. I like the way I feel when I'm around him.

I wish, that for just this once, something in my life would turn out the way I would like it to. I want to meet him, even as impossible that might be right now. I want to meet his friends and family. I want to know more about him, and I want to hear the rest of his stories, and maybe just maybe, we'll make a few of our own.

So while the realist inside of me wants to deny the possibility of this happening, optimism is slowly taking over and winning the battle.