It was meant

The dinner

Fast forward after we finished unpacking and stuff, it was around 9PM and we went out for dinner, we went to this one very fancy restaurant where the waitresses were speaking only French... as a person who didn't know French, it was such a pain, I'm not going to lie.

 After we both decided what we wanted to get, they called one of the waitress and I tried to say what I would like to get but they fastly started talking and started going thru words how like it was their first spoken language, I was just amazed and took out of breath. I lost the sense of time and the sense of hearing and everything I was just staring in their eyes and wished I could have been in a relationship with them.

 I was so confused how could they know so good French and the accent was perfect as like they came from exactly France and I just had so many questions, I didn't even realize that they were like desperately calling my name, I zoned out. I woke up, they were asking if I was okay, they were worried for me I think and in my mind were just love thoughts going thru.

''They care about me?'',


 '' Maybe they like me back and are just too shy to tell me'',


 ''WAIT NO what if they thought I'm a weirdo and a FREAK?!''.

And this is just how all the happy and lovely thoughts become into anxious and fear thoughts.
 I immediately apologized and I got up from the table and said I will be leaving, they grabbed my hand and told me that it was okay, they told me to look at them and I thought...
 I thought for the second they were going to ask me out, UGH such a stupid idea from me, how would I think THEM would look at ME in that way, in a romantic way. I was so stupid, they just told me that it was all good and zoning out it was completely fine, maybe I was missing my family as it was the first night in here and things like this.
They said just not to leave the table, they begged me in a way, I accepted and sat down, they cuddled me and till the food came and I was just all over the moon, millions of butterflies were around my stomach and my face was red as a tomato, I'm not so sure if they felt uncomfortable or not but I was... enjoying every moment of that...

I eventually asked them how did they learn French that well, asked them if they were actually French and they said something quite strange

''Oh-uh no no I wasn't born here, I studied French in middle school and... I didn't really like the language but my partner from that time loved the language as they were interested in languages and stuff, you know? And I decided to learn it for them...''

they said smiling, they stared in my eyes for a second, I could see a tear forming, but they immediately looked away on the window and continued with

'' but that was a long time ago, I don't even think they remember me anymore, they moved out you know so uhm, I don't know anything about them... ''

this little story, if I could name it like this, sounded so familiar with something from my early teenage years, or childhood... maybe it was a movie I watched and this is just a coincidence happening, or maybe it is something even more deeper that I probably won't ever remember.

 It sounded quite similar to what happened to me and my childhood partner... I loved languages and I wanted to learn French but I wasn't able to and I remember they did it for me just to impress me... I remember we even had this one plan when we are going to be older we will go in Paris and live our lives here. I wish we could have done that...