Personal; What do you do when…
(^^^ Above; painting I bought in a small town around Lake Aititlan)
What do you do when you meet someone who doesnt speak your language, you dont speak theirs, you live thousands of miles away from each other geographically and otherwise but somehow, SOMEHOW there is a strong bond from the second you meet?
If you are me you try and ignore it. Smile about it when that stops working, but dont act on anything until it hits you in the face. Like when the shuttle bus you take one day ends up being an amazing 4.5 hour ride with ONLY YOU as the only passenger (by “you” I mean me, of course.) and the driver too. Ah, the driver.
Then I come home and try to forget that day and the following missed and actual meetings before you (I) left Guate. Then I unpack. And BOOM, there is a painting that I bought just after meeting him but before I would admit to our connection. (above) The man in the painting looks so much like HIM. His intense eyes, knowing facial features. HE smiles more than the one pose of the guy in the painting, but its uncanny. For days after I bought the painting I had it propped up on the table next to my bed. I stared at it. I thought it was the colors and the intensity that grabbed me. And maybe its that too. But is that all?
Then, a friend of mine who I traveled a bit with that just happened to be on the shuttle bus the first time I saw HIM sends me his Guate pics. There is a picture of HIM, well, his side profile anyway in my friends pile. It was just a random pic his took during market day. There are many people in the pic, many people on the street. So how is it that my friend got HIM in the pic by accident. Accident.
There are more coincidences and I could go on.
But what do you think? Should I let this happen? Another long distance love affair that will take my heart, twist it and turn it and stomp on it like grapes (am I thirsty?)? Or could this BE something someday?
No need to answer. I am too stubborn to listen anyway. Whatever will happen, will happen. And I am not as resistant as I am saying here. But I am cautious. But also intrigued.
Tags: Guatemala, insanity
