I had a dream about her last night. She is Hispanic and has the nicest sounding accent I’ve ever heard. We worked together and I thought she was cute before I even spoke to her. I started giving her rides to work. We got to know each other well. We’d go to the grocery store together after our 11p-6am shift and she’d put her hand on the front of the grocery cart I was pushing.
God. I fell in love. After actively trying not to. She told me American guys always want her to be their girlfriend. Like us white guys can’t have a female friend. I believe it. I couldn’t help it. She was so sweet. So caring, thoughtful, smart, pretty.
She had to leave the US cause her Visa expired. It’s been three years since ive seen her and I still think about her a lot. But guess what?! She’s in the US for two months. I might get to see her!
I’m going in knowing I have no chance. So I’ll just be myself. I want to hear all about her travels. She has such an interesting life. Constantly moving from country to country.
I’m in love with someone who doesn’t love me. Ugh.