Snow601
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There was this girl I met, basically more than a year ago now—late 2024 to very early 2025, when she left. The time couldn’t have been too early, cause I mentioned to her once about a wrestling show heading to Brisbane in February I was thinking about going to, where she was moving. I was a volunteer and she was a casual at an op shop. I had a little crush on her, and thought, and still reckon, that she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met. We were the right age, me 30, she 24.
I didn’t really consider her, because she showed withdrawn body language, and the fact she was moving away, and—quite wrongly now, I realise, most decisively for me was our ‘different levels of intelligence’—bah, that is definitely not as important as I’d thought, just a stupid prejudice I held over her, for one detail about her that doesn’t even verify intelligence. She was an artist—showed me her art, I was a writer—maybe impressive, and she did show subtle signs of interest.
Most tellingly, one day she fixed the price gun we had an issue with and for whatever reason, now, thinking back, probably very basic, wanted to show me she in fact did. I didn’t know what to say, so I smiled at her and told her “Good job.” And she had interesting reaction, only a year later did I realise that she in fact had blushed! And thinking about that moment always makes me laugh.
The most beautiful girl I’ve met, same as me—mixed Aussie with something, blushing because of me? Maybe, just maybe those ‘withdrawn’ signs, that didn’t really signal disinterest were actually reactions of my presence?
Anyway, this is why my heart is open, for experiences like this. I’ll probably never meet another girl like her again, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing, just a fact of life. It is precious.
The op shop is closing down. Maybe, one of the ladies who I know there has her number. Maybe, I could tell her I had a crush on this girl called Samha. But what would be the point if she’s in Brisbane?
What matters, is that time is precious. When you’re on a meaningful path, little notable adventures just happen, saved in a scrapbook of cherished memories. It’s 100% worth living meaningfully, authentically, this way.
I didn’t really consider her, because she showed withdrawn body language, and the fact she was moving away, and—quite wrongly now, I realise, most decisively for me was our ‘different levels of intelligence’—bah, that is definitely not as important as I’d thought, just a stupid prejudice I held over her, for one detail about her that doesn’t even verify intelligence. She was an artist—showed me her art, I was a writer—maybe impressive, and she did show subtle signs of interest.
Most tellingly, one day she fixed the price gun we had an issue with and for whatever reason, now, thinking back, probably very basic, wanted to show me she in fact did. I didn’t know what to say, so I smiled at her and told her “Good job.” And she had interesting reaction, only a year later did I realise that she in fact had blushed! And thinking about that moment always makes me laugh.
The most beautiful girl I’ve met, same as me—mixed Aussie with something, blushing because of me? Maybe, just maybe those ‘withdrawn’ signs, that didn’t really signal disinterest were actually reactions of my presence?
Anyway, this is why my heart is open, for experiences like this. I’ll probably never meet another girl like her again, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing, just a fact of life. It is precious.
The op shop is closing down. Maybe, one of the ladies who I know there has her number. Maybe, I could tell her I had a crush on this girl called Samha. But what would be the point if she’s in Brisbane?
What matters, is that time is precious. When you’re on a meaningful path, little notable adventures just happen, saved in a scrapbook of cherished memories. It’s 100% worth living meaningfully, authentically, this way.
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