I am no Julliet, this is no love story

I think–I think when it’s all over,

It just comes back in flashes, you know?

It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories.

It just all comes back. But he never does.

I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen.

It’s not really anything he said or anything he did,

It was the feeling that came along with it.

And the crazy thing is I don’t know if I’m ever gonna feel that way again.

But I don’t know if I should.

             Taylor Swift – I knew you were trouble


About a year ago, I met this guy. In Sydney. It wasn’t just like meeting any guy, somehow I was immediately triggered by him. He waited for me outside, we went somewhere, drank some alcohol and kissed. That’s all. That was the first and last time I saw him in the four remaining months I was in Australia. When I got back to Holland, he was doing a trip through Europa and we hung out in Amsterdam. A month later he came to my place for the weekend.  The six months after that were filled with him doing everything he can to make me fell in love with him, sending lovely messages and promises, pictures so I’d remember him.

Now I’m here, back in Australia. Before I flew He was so excited and so ‘stoked’ to see me again, or so he said.  He wanted to see me, my face and promised we’d hang out a lot. And then I landed. It took him a week to realise that I was in Australia. Then two weeks to come down to Sydney. Then 5 hours to call me to hang out. Then 10 minutes to tell me he had other plans. 24 hours of waiting. 2 minutes to text me that he has a girlfriend now. That he didn’t had two weeks prior when I asked him. When he called me a ‘funny girl’  for thinking that. That he didn’t wanted to hurt me, that he still cares and wants to see me whenever he can.