To That Boy Across The Street

I first saw him from across the streets somewhere in Pyramides, Paris. He already stood out with his tall frame, moreover that he was looking at me with a big, boyish grin on his face, which made me blush and pretend I was preoccupied with staring at my shoes. When the green light flashed, I crossed the street–he didn’t. Instead he waited for me on the other end.

I would like to advice other girls, ‘don’t talk to strangers’, even if they were pretty cute… but I’d be a hypocrite if I told you that. The best and craziest people I know are those I met sporadically, the types of stories I would enjoy telling my son in the future.

He said he thought I was really cute. So our first meeting led to a date, to which I told my friends to call me every thirty minutes to check up on me if I’m still alive, and he had to endure constant interruptions from well-meaning girlfriends. Despite the language barrier, we talked for hours on end. Several Google Translate searches later, the initial two-hour date turned to coffee in the morning.

Most of the guys I’ve known are world-class travelers, adventurers, thrill-seekers, with amazing stories of Nepal, Mongolia, Siberia or Afghanistan–incredible stories on how they quit their jobs to embark on their dreams to travel the world… this guy was nothing like that. He was ‘different’ than what I’m accustomed to–a small-town French boy who has never been anywhere. He dreams of traveling but doesn’t even have a passport, and the closest thing for him is to hear my stories of far-off lands. He talks affectionately about his job, maintains a humble and private practice independently, a sportsman, and a homebody.

Basically, everything that I’m not.

He was stable as a rock, as I am as impulsive and slippery. He was as humble as much as I loved humblebragging…

Most of all, I admired his honesty. He didn’t say anything remarkable to try to impress me. He doesn’t hide the fact that he’s a geek and so much un-cooler than me (haha). For the rest of the holiday we were smitten like high school sweethearts.

But distance kills, particularly a 10,000 km one. It was no longer enough to meet each other on the other side of the road. The pressures of my impending GMAT and the future of business school told me that it was time to move on.

As little as you want to write when you’re happy, that’s how much you write when you’re broken. Doomed romances maketh a writer. We live for the misery.

I still sometimes wished I missed that flight, but I knew I would ruin it if I did. Better to part with a beautiful, somewhat bittersweet memory than to push something prematurely. We can’t lose the magic of a perfect, ‘could’ve-been’ story. The stuff made for the movies.


13 thoughts on “To That Boy Across The Street

  1. Hello Ma’am Rachel! I actually read this last night. I find it really cute and soooo real. This should be a film. Or if there’s a movie close to this storyline, I would want to watch. (like emoticon)



  2. Oh! Somehow I can relate. I’ve met someone a decade ago who brought back life to my monotonous routine. But sometimes good things must come to an end simply because it’s the best thing to do. We kept in touch but I eventually decided to cut off the communication. Did you attempt to look for him just to know what’s going on with his life now?


  3. You never know how you will meet again, sometimes, somewhere in this world. If things are meant to be, they will find a way to happen. Sometimes the world is not as big as it looks like. 🙂


  4. I can totally relate! Your writing is really good. I hope that someday you’ll find that clarity and have the closure that your heart needs. 🙂 I experienced something similar too, but thankfully I was able to pass through it. I hope you do too! But keep it going, great writers have the best stories to tell. xoxo, T


  5. That story is so romantic! I agree that sometimes it’s best to leave certain things unsaid. Even though I’ve traveled a lot, I’ve never met a nice guy on the road–mostly just married guys or creeps. Maybe I am traveling in the wrong places!


  6. I can’t tell you how much I loved this! It was beautiful and so honest. It was the perfect moment. I hate that it had to end with the questions and what might have been scenario. Do you still keep in touch in any way or was it just best that it was over after that weekend? I am a sucker for love stories and don’t want it to be over! 🙂


  7. Love stories. Fairytales. Are they real or not? I believe that true love will always find a way back and it will be right in the end. But sometimes people just don’t want to see the right person right in front of them. This is a cute little story that actually could be the true love every one dreams about. xo sabine


  8. I read every sentence in this post, beautifully written my dear! I’m a bit paranoid with strangers and so I admire your courage. But you convinced me that sometimes, taking chances can lead to a wonderful story. Maybe someday your roads will cross again? 😉


  9. Awww this is really cute! Reading this was like watching a short romance movie, something like When In Rome without the “happy ending”… just yet. Who knows, when you go back you’ll find each other’s way and start over again? #Destiny ❤


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