I have never cared less for a party in my life. It was a warm spring afternoon and I was lying in bed all day. The phone rang and it was my friend asking what time I would be at the bar for her birthday party. I honestly wanted to answer that I wasn’t feeling very well and I wouldn’t be coming, but somehow, her excitement about the forthcoming night convinced me to go. I got dressed and got on the bus. On my way, I kept thinking about how much fun I’m not going to have, since I didn’t know most of the people she has invited, and for the first hour, it was exactly as I had imagined.
Before I continue, let me set something straight out: I am not the kind of person who believes that “everything happens for a reason”. I do not believe that your other half is out there waiting for you, and that you have one shot to meet them. Nor do I believe that he or she will show up out of the blue, and you will, all of a sudden, fall in love with a person that you happened to bump into on your way home. If I were to meet someone that I could identify as “my other half”, it would happen anyways at some point in my life, and my chance to meet them wouldn’t pass me by just because I chose to go or to not go somewhere, sometime. But that night, I changed my point of view…
Amongst all these strangers, there you were, the perfect one, disguised as the usual one. Sipping your drink, talking with others, singing, doing whatever people normally do at parties. I was looking at you for quite some time, and you didn’t notice. I could see your eyes sparkle as you talked in such a confident and charming way.
And that’s when it occurred to me: I had to meet you; I had to know who you are. I simply sat next to you, and all of a sudden we were chatting. The most interesting small-talk I have ever had in my life with someone I had just met. I was sweating, I was nervous; I didn’t know what to say to make you interested in me. They say it’s the first impression that counts, and even though I usually don’t care about what “they say”, I was determined to make my impression on you last.
I wanted you to leave that party and think of nothing but me.
Judging by the result a few weeks later, it seems to me that I achieved my goal at that party. Although I’ve known you for a short period of time, it feels like I’ve known you for a lifetime. Every time we talk I discover another amazing aspect of you. I catch myself smiling just with the thought of you. I want to open up to you, to let you in and tell you everything because it feels like you’re supposed to know. And to think that at first I didn’t even want to go that party!
All of a sudden, I find myself reconsidering my opinion; that if you really are to meet your other half, you will, no matter what. Before that party, if anyone asked me, I would have insisted that there is absolutely no way my life will change just because I chose to go somewhere one random night. I would have stuck to the idea that, even if I were to meet someone that important, I would–even if I didn’t go. I would meet that person some other time, at some other place, at someone else’s party.
But looking at you now, in my arms, smiling back at me, lying on a sun bed at the beach together, sharing a perfect moment, I think to myself: why would I settle to wait even a second longer before I meet you? Why would I ever choose to not meet you as soon as possible in my life, so that I can spend as much time as I can with you? Had I known how much happier I would be after meeting you, I would have ask my friend to introduce me to you the first time she mentioned your name. And if I had a thousand wishes, I would spend all of them wishing to have met you long before I did.
But since I can’t change that, I will take advantage of every possible moment I have with you, I will make the best of it, I will make sure to never let you go, because I don’t want to lose you now that I found you.
Author: Konstantinos Vovos
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