အဖြေမရှိသော ပဟေဠိတစ်ခု ၁
I had the pleasure of meeting him, a quite cheerful bloke radiates only positive vibes, and becoming his friends in America, a country well known for its statue of liberty, and freedom. Our connection was instant, formed just a day after his arrival.
On a fine evening after dinner, we delved into a discussion about the important roles of the economy and education in a country. He came from a digital marketing background but had also spent years in the hotelier industry.
He had a deep passion for tattoos. He was quite the canvas for his interests, embellished his body with images of his favourite things. Among his inked artworks was an RK 47, firing flowers but no bullets. I couldn't help but admire it.
"That is beautiful," I told him cheerfully.
"We certainly do not need wars, do we?"
"Why not choose love over bloodshed and hatred?"
Our days together in America were a whirlwind of adventure.
We left the country for Burma in the end of summer. Our flight delay gave us the chance to wonder around JFK Airport, striking up conversations with fellow travellers.
As time passed, he vanished from my life, disappeared into thin air.
Years later, our paths crossed again. This time in East Germany. To my surprise, I did not know he was in town. We eagerly planned to meet one evening and chose a steakhouse run by a Korean bloke. We sat outside, as he wanted to enjoy smoke. I watched him as he carefully instructed the waiter to bring us ice, tonic and two shots of gin, all separately. We ordered garlic bread and pique Macho to accompany our drinks, and a medium rare steak with mashed potatoes for our main course.
We caught up on each other's live over the course of the meal, filling in the gaps created by our separation. On the following day, we met up again at la bistro by the busy road then set out for un théâtre performance. Our meeting became a regular occurrence. One day, he suggested we visit Switzerland, a prospect that thrilled me. About a week later, we purchased the billet de train for our Swiss adventure. Both of us were rich in time and wanted to travel slowly.
This is where our story took a twist.
The day before our impending trip, we met again at the same steakhouse. He proposed that I join him in Norway after our Swiss escapade. The temptation was strong, but I hesitated to share my reasons for declining. It was a moment of unease, but I knew I had to be honest with him. I wanted to stay remained in East Germany, and eventually settled in West for some time before I hit back home.
He called me in the morning and with a hint of regret, informed me that the trip had to be cancelled because he was not feeling well. I assured him, "Of course, please do not worry. Your health is the top priority. We can plan the trip when you are feeling better." After that, he hung up the phone.
Later in the afternoon, he gave me another call. I thought he might want to meet for coffee but he chuckled and said it was a fat finger call, which left me a bit puzzled..
Then he ghosted me, yet again.. I kept wondering what happened...