I met someone at a party. I never meet people at parties. We talked. We danced. We drank. We held hands and kissed. And for the first time in a very long time I just want to be near this man and talk to him about everything and nothing, although I’ve only spent a few hours of my entire existence with him. I don’t know if we’d actually be compatible. But living on different continents makes it hard to find out.
Not impossible, just harder.













