Un Jour, mi amour.

Technology can be fantastic for meeting new people, and sometimes you meet the right ones. I got to. I met the man I would’ve grown old with through a stupid website then through a dumb app designed for sending nudes and talking to strangers. I don’t understand why such a fantastic man was put into my life just to be taken out of it. Thanks to Technology, I had to find out he died from a message. Not a call, not in person the day he died. No, several months later when his mother finally found my contact information. I don’t know the date of his death, I have no photo and I don’t know why I didn’t die instead of him. He was just trying to get home. What if he hadn’t tried to drive home that night? What if he hadn’t hadn’t gone out? I can’t tell anyone, they’ll say I couldn’t have loved him because I didn’t know his laugh. Deep and he had a half smile that still makes me beam. Well how could you know his favorite color? green, like mine. Did you even know his mothers name?! Janice. Do you know how I said I love you? I said it in french because saying it in English was to real, he told me in Spanish in case someone read his phone and they insulted him. He called himself my boyfriend in training because I wouldn’t actually date him. i mean that would be ridiculous, being in a relationship with someone in another country. I don’t know if I can even believe in ghosts, I mean why is he not haunting me? I don’t know why a lonely life would be worth living. My will, will be done before my bucket list. I will see him sooner then later. Everyone waits their whole life to meet the love of their life, well I’d say it’s my turn.