Reportandome + Entrada atrasada

“No estaba muerta andaba de parranda” dice un merengue dominicano… Ojala yo!!! Pero no es así, he tenido unos días con una cantidad enorme de trabajo, hay un amigo visitando desde santiago, y tiene toda mi rutina vuelta una etcétera, he estado preparando el viaje para mi isla del caribe, weeeepaaa!! Me voy este próximo domingo por una semana :-)!! aAparte de que la verdad como que no ha habido mucho material para postear. Tengo una entrada que escribí hace varios días, cuando mi amigo llegó, y la verdad es que no tiene ni sentido que la publique porque he comprobado que yo estaba viendo cosas donde no las hay lamentablemente. Pero como “a falta de pan, cazabe” y como no tengo mucho tiempo ni mucha novedad aquí les va.

"Long time ago"
I guess around my 18th birthday, I developed a huge crush on this guy. He is my senior, three to four years maybe; we both went to the same school. Gorgeous eyes, soft hair, so handsome, funny and not necessarily charming because of his childish sense of humor but I still thought he was awesome. At that time I scarcely allowed myself to dream about him, we would run into each other at parties, in school, we knew each other, but for some reason, even though we had interaction it was clear to me that he had no interest in me other than our acquaintance.

I hadn’t seen this guy in God knows how many years and of course the crush had faded long, long, long time ago. Last week when I found out he was coming to visit, the whole little teenage crush came rushing back from within.

We have seen each other since he came to visit, gone out (not the two of us alone but with friends) and guess what; he is even more gorgeous than I remember, his hair is longer and he’s as funny as always, but something has changed, the look in his eyes when he glances at me is different. Is that a hint of flirt I detect hidden under all of those jokes? I can’t explain it, he leans so close to me to say something, casually touches me, and I think maybe my newly renewed crush is making me see things where there are none, but I think he likes me! OMG I’m so afraid of posting this because it could just be the little girl inside me deceiving me and playing games with my mind…

(Day dreaming) How great would it be if after all this time he noticed that I am a woman with a womanly figure, not an ex-athlete with no boobs and no make up! How great would it be if he realizes how beautiful I’ve become, how smart, and independent I am. How great would it be for our lives to have always been meant to be united but just came together at the exact time we were ready for it!

Oh Dios que loca estoy!