His salt-&-pepper hair was turning grey, but the cool Richard Gere way. He had the refined look that comes with maturing and understanding more of the world around. His eyes were as blue as ever, he was as fit as ever. He still loved his dessert, and whipped it up like a child. He could still make me laugh.
I have loved two men in my life, and he was one of them. Immature, naive, puppy love perhaps, but stemming from a strong friendship, deep none-the-less. Back in the days, I would have died for him.
Fiercely successful, world-traveller-investment-banker he was today. His arrogance and aggressiveness hated because of envy by most – but an explosive magnet for me – today made him a ruthless yet clean and sharp businessman, with the world at his doorstep.
Working hard. Very hard. But loving every second of it and soaking in all it’s rewards. He radiated success.
So did his girlfriend. Perhaps made of the same lust, together they shone.
I could still see the boy I knew 6-years ago though. The clear-cut, go-getter. Crazy yet logical, strong yet vulnerable. Sensible yet spontaneous. Sometimes as cold as ice, but warm as a big blanket when he needed to be.
I never understood why we broke-up. Was part of his painfully practical attitude. Or perhaps I was carried away and mixed-up my feelings with the truth, like I always do. It’s a convenient thing to do.
With fond memories that no-one can steal from me – life goes on. And that’s just how it is.