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  • I knew him for precisely four days. He was like no one I've ever met before. As though he had descended from a different world altogether. A world that wasn't burdened with the weight of ambitions. His world was simpler. His world was about dirt bikes, surfing and Californian sunsets. He reminded me of an unbridled stallion. Wild, free and happy.

    It wasn't love. It wasn't even lust. It was the pure magic of getting to know someone so entirely different that every fiber of my being felt alive and responsive to the world around me. The tenuous and the only thread we had in common was that for some reason, our lives had decided to intersect briefly. We were both swept away in the newness of each other. Like me, he was entranced with the unfamiliar curves of my mind. My big, magnificent dreams simultaneously fascinated and scared him. My desire to want more out of life, out of people and out of the world repelled him and yet, drew him closer.

    It was like stepping into someone else's home for a cup of coffee and realizing you like it so much that you'd like to have dinner there too. And maybe spend a few days. Looking through the nooks and crannies, dusting the old record collection and sniffing the spices in the kitchen. But we both knew that if we stayed there too long, we'd begin missing our own homes and the familiarity of it. So when it was time, we were both ready to leave.

    We are still friends. Facebook friends that like each other's status sometimes. But neither of us posts too much, keeping much of our lives to ourselves. It has also been years since those four days. We don't have a reason to stay friends but we remain on each others lists, out of respect for the memory of a relationship that almost was.

    Of that brief moment in time where we existed, madly in love and hate with each other.
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