I’m meeting Co. on Friday. For the first time since my study abroad. If you are new here you can look back at my tags and see how in love (and obsessed) I was with him. But he was also very into me and cared deeply for me. We embraced and cried when I left. He came to the bus stop at 6am with snacks and drinks for my trip. I cried so hard and loud on that bus as I watched him wave goodbye.
He’s come a long way since being a manager at 711. He’s started his own company, goes on business trips, wears /tailored/ suits now. Same smile too big for his face. Same humour. I have still kept in contact with him all these years. The first man I loved. The one I had many opportunities to kiss and did not take. I do not care, if there is an opportunity I will take it. I am chaotic neutral for a reason and I think frankly, not that i’ll ever be in a relationship with him. Always just friends. But, the opportunity to know him? Touch him? As always I have wanted. Now with both of us something to hold us back. Equal in our morality. I still every so often ache for him. You don’t forget your first love.
I can’t wait to hear his voice. I can’t wait to be able to talk with him even better than before. (Since my japanese is much better and I know some chinese). My love, my dear, Co.
