I remember that at that time I got into this habit of writing a list of the things I wanted to do during the day.
I had read a few motivational books and everyone suggested that I should have written down my daily schedule as soon as I woke up and then, before going to bed, mark out all the activities that I had been able to do.
It gives extra motivation, they explained. When you go home and check how many things you were able to do you feel a sense of pride towards yourself. Otherwise, it is still a useful tool for understanding how to organize your day.
It was a time when I woke up really early every morning, practiced Yoga, trained before going to work and I had totally changed my diet. Habits light-years away from my past everyday life.
After meeting her, I started to leave a space between my activities for her. We met each other in the office corridors. She worked two floors above mine, but very often she had to go down. One day she needed to talk to me and it was a great excuse to take a break and have a coffee. Just the time for a short chat and that became a routine.
“Coffee?” and we met somewhere, with these pauses that began to grow longer and longer. And everything became more and more interesting. She, her ways of doing things, her habits and her shyness that never disappeared. I immediately mentioned to her that I should have soon left that office. My skills were needed by our employees in another city.
Moving to work, something I’d always loved. A point that probably played in my favor during the interview job. I had given my full willingness to move and move periodically.
But in those days, the only thing I wanted to do was go back and no longer give that availability.
I understood why I’d always wanted to move so much.
I had never had a reason to stay in a place before.
I realized that I never thought that I could have missed someone.
I had never told anyone, saying goodbye to them, “I’ll miss you”.
The time had come and I just didn’t know how to handle it.
I would have missed her. That was not much but sure.
I still missed her before I left, I missed her even though I saw her every day and I hoped that every second with her would last forever.
Although we knew that nothing more would come, it was still something. A new feeling that had upset my everyday life.
It was fine in those moments.
We were not the kind of people who need to talk to understand each other and this had brought us closer from the beginning, as all those people who at least once in their lives have been silent with someone for a series of minutes without feeling uncomfortable can well understand.
Without feeling that terrible feeling of having to say something.
It happens rarely, with few people, and it’s right.
We went on for a period that now seems infinite to me – on second thought – but at the time I felt a blink of an eye. Until I told her because, in the end, the things have to be said. And you have to do it by looking people in the eyes. Which was easier for me with her. I felt comfortable looking at her, I felt safe inside her pupils.
“It’s never enough” I confessed to her, stroking an eyebrow and losing myself for the umpteenth time in her eyes.
“What?” she asked me, in a surprising and curious tone.
“The time with you!“I replied, smiling.
Somehow trying to show her how happy it was to be with her.
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