I'd only met him once, at a recent party, but there was something about him that I couldn't get out of my mind. He was a few years older than I was, being 21 while I was only 18. I think that added to the attraction, on my side at least.
At the party, when we first met, we had sat and talked for hours. He was so intelligent, and interested in what I had to say. We spoke about books, authors, philosophy, world affairs, and eventually, what we thought about love. We both believed that there were many partners for everyone, and that soul mates did not definitely exist but there can be a deep connection between two people's souls. We talked on into the night, until it was finally time for me to leave. I felt an immense feeling of regret. I longed to stay with him and gaze into his warm brown eyes. We parted quickly, with people now being about, and thus we could not voice all that we wanted to. I knew then I would have to see him again, and I sensed he felt the same.
Three days after our encounter I was lying at home on the couch. I'd taken to watching daytime television, as I was on school holidays and had little else to do. I saved my reading, writing, and thinking for the nights. I was about to fall asleep while Oprah spouted some sentimental lines about freeing my spirit and the phone rang. My heart began to beat faster and faster, though I had no idea why. I reached for the phone...
"Hello, Morgan speaking."
"Hey, Morgan, it's Dean..."
"Oh, hey Dean... How did you get my number?"
"I just got it off your cousin...You don't mind do you?"
"No, no, of course not! I was just wondering. So, um, how are you?"
For a brief moment the phone was silent...I began to worry...Then he said:
"I'm not really sure actually... Since the party the other day I haven't been able to concentrate on much. To be honest, I have no idea what is going on...but I keep thinking about you. I think I miss talking to you."
I was shocked, amazed, overjoyed, and scared... I couldn't believe he had said that. That's what I had been yearning for! Still, I could not quite believe it. The skeptic in me kept me from opening my heart completely that very second. I realised I had not yet replied to what he had said, and became suddenly nervous.
"Uh, you..." I began, but before I could think of what else to say Dean broke in.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have rung, I shouldn't have said anything. I knew I should have left that night, as it was in my memory – perfect. Should I go now?" He seemed genuinely upset.
"No! I just don't know what to say... I...I've been thinking about you too, but I don't know what it is exactly I am feeling. I just keep replaying that night over and over in my head, but it was only a conversation. I've never felt so...confused!"
"Well, I think there is only one thing we can do... I mean we are both confused and don't know what we are feeling, so maybe we should meet again... just to talk, and maybe get some coffee. What do you think? This is entirely up to you, but I really feel I need to see you again."
"You're right Dean...when? I don't think I can wait for long..."
"How about right now? I can come around and pick you up..."
"Yes, perfect." I gave him my address. "I'll see you soon then?"
"I'll be there in ten minutes...um...bye Morgan"
"Bye Dean..."
We both lingered for a second then hung up the phone. I stood transfixed for a moment, trying to grasp what had just happened. Dean, the one who I couldn't get out of my mind, was coming to pick me up for some coffee...
"Hey" I said when I opened the door. Dean looked so good. He was wearing some black, slightly flared, jeans and a green shirt. His longish light brown hair was messy, but, aside from his goatee, he was clean-shaven. He looked even better than I remembered him. I had on a long flowing black skirt and a low-cut black collar shirt. He looked me straight in the eyes. I went somewhat weak at the knees...What would happen today??
