Prvotni prebivalci severne Amerike bi d'jali: tri polne lune so pretekle od našega zadnjega snidenja. No, danes sem izvedel nekaj, kar me je po daljšem času pripeljalo do klika na Bloggerjev link in rezultat je spodaj.
I met her or should I say saw her first the previous Wednesday while waiting for the metal bird to take us upon a journey to a city whose inhabitants refer to it as 'a place to which all the roads lead to'. After a few minutes of standing in a circle with all the others who have been invited to this trip, we introduced ourselves and started chatting. At first, just to pass the time while waiting for the tickets and our turn at the very strict baggage and personal check at the hands of the airport border police. But as the minutes passed, I started to realize that I wanted to keep our conversation going not to 'eat the clock up' but because of her. What drew me to her I cannot point out exactly - her looks, her smile, her confidence, was it her confession that 'getting up so early to catch the bus ride to the airport, wasn't part of her usual getting-out-of-bed routine' which reminded me that I'm like that to, maybe it was the tone of her voice, or was it prehaps the deep blue of her eyes, or the fact that she kept the colour of her beautiful long hair natural - brown. I'm sure it was all that and more.
After the short bus ride to our plane - which I found quite amusing, since our airport is tiny compared to major European airports, but this ride made it look larger than it actually is - we boarded the plane. Although I started this odyssey with my colleague from work, I abandoned him when I boarded the plane. Reason? She. After a few rows, I saw her already seated, the seat next to her empty. Without event stopping to think that my colleague was somewhere further up the plane, I asked 'Can I keep you company?' Her answer was 'Sure.' Needless to say, we talked throughout the entire flight, except for the few minutes it took our flight attendant to explain the following - what to do in case of a sudden drop in cabin air pressure, where the emergency exits are and how to properly don the self-inflatable life jacket, and I admit that this is the only part of air travel that I find unpleasant. The dreaded 'in case of...' procedure. But all that was soon forgotten, as I continued my conversation with her. I found the we had a good number of common interests - love for photography and sometimes feeling like a Japanese tourist; frantically snapping at everyone and everything instead of enjoying the sights. I also found it hillarious she has the same habbit as I do - hitting the gas as soon as the light changes from red to yellow, without waiting for the traffic light to hit green and that we both have steam coming out of our ears when people in front of us aren't even remotely thinking of moving when the green is on for like ten seconds and counting!
After the plane landed and through the day until our return to the airport, my mind was occupied with two things - seeing the sights of this truly splendid city and she. As soon as the plane lifted off the tarmac and headed back home, I'm ashamed to admit, city was almost forgotten and all that was left imprinted in my mind was - she.
Not a second had passed without me thinking of her or visualising her face, recalling my conversations with her in the days leading up to today, the neverending Monday. I finally finished with my work for the day and on the way home, found a spot in the sun, sat down and dialed her number. Was I to wait for a few more days, I surely would have burst like a bubble, so much was my heart and mind filled with visions of her. In the conversation that followed, I admitted how I feel about her and asked was her heart already taken. The answer I got left me with this.

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