Fairy tales...

I enjoy fairy tales and happily ever afters but only in novels and movies. I know the fact that there is a line that separates make-believe from reality. There are so many things that I have taken for granted in the past. From friends to even as simple as being able to communicate in English.


Lately, I have been teaching Miguel, my Portuguese friend, how to speak in English. He is in Denver taking up English and I basically help him become better at it. For almost a week now, we have been talking daily. We talked of how his day went, what his lessons were, his experiences and anything just goes. No holds barred. For some reason, speaking with him came naturally.There were moments when I could not understand him. Miguel, being multi-lingual, tells me things either in Portuguese, Spanish, and even Italian! Amusing, huh? Yeah, it is and it is complicated too.


He has always been gentlemanly. I guess the language barrier makes him carefully think of what he has to say first before he speaks. It's all good actually.


Yesterday, we started bonding at 9am, my time. He just came from school. He paid his dues. However, in the middle of the conversation, I started singing Adam Levine's version of "I Ain't Got You" and he stopped me. It brings back so much memories and he didn't like it. We had a little misunderstanding over that. I just stopped talking to him. Our cameras were on. I just continued with my application and ignored him. I felt like there was no point in explaining since he wouldn't understand.

Cooking with Miguel

But sensitive as he is, he told me that we just had "our first fight." I never thought he would actually deal with it. He noticed that I was ignoring him and he called my attention about it. Not knowing whether to apologize or not, he pulled a joke saying his leg is dead and he cannot move. He then said, "you won the fight." It made me smile. He was willing to let go and let a misunderstanding pass just to make sure all is well again.


He got hungry and we started talking about food. I admitted to him how much I am so not into cooking. Guess what he did? He went to the kitchen, prepared the ingredients, and started teaching me how to cook. Again, language was a barrier, but I admire him. He tried his best to teach me how to cook. Whenever he doesn't know the English terms, he would either show me the ingredients or he would consult our trusty translator and tell things to me. It was really funny but it was so fun too. I didn't think that he would really go out of his way to help me out.


We started talking about music and songs. He made me listen to salsa and that's when started talking about dancing. Things became serious again at this point of our conversation. This was past lunch by the way. We have been talking for 3 hours now.  He made me listen toDj Rui Da Silva - Touch Me and I told him that it is something which I could dance to. He then said, "together". I told him honestly, "like as if it is possible." His reply shocked me. He said, "I will take my chances."


It was like one of those moments wherein you heard the things which would make your tummy flip and butterflies are flying in your tummy.But just like any fairy tale, he said something which burst my bubble once more. He told me about its impossibility. I honestly felt disappointed. That hurt. And I felt helpless. I just kept quiet. I tried to brush the feeling away. He, too, fell silent. He just stared at me. He was in deep thought. Then, he said these, 
[6/14/2011 2:07:42 PM] Miguel: im worried about doing the right thing.
[6/14/2011 2:08:14 PM] Miguel: though you are sad, I wonder if I can do


He called and told me straight to my eyes that he likes me. But I'm here and he's there. He kept saying he really likes me and it's hard. If he only knew what he was doing to me. It was so hard for me too. He makes me want to fall in love. He makes me want to care and love him. He makes me want to be there for him. He had his moment of loneliness yesterday. He missed his family too. And I wanted to be there for him too. He makes me feel like hugging him and just be there for him until he feels better once more. It's weird I know. All these things are weird for me, but this is the truth.


I went to Karl's yesterday and instead of sleeping, Miguel waited for me. He waited for me patiently. He just kept saying he's there. And true enough, he was there.


He gives me hope. Weird I know. He shared with me that he is thinking of flying to meet me. How I wish it was easy for me to travel too. So I could meet him in Mozambique or Brazil or Portugal and enjoy places with him. I feel like trusting him. I think I do and I don't just want to admit it. 


I don't know what's next. I do know how far this would go. I don't know if I will ever meet him. I don't know if he will simply remain an online friend. I don't know if he will just be a figment of my imagination.


One thing is for sure, I will forever be grateful that he came to my life. Things are odd and uncertain but everything is defeated with the joy and hope he brings forth to me. He makes me believe in myself. He encourages me to keep on going. He will always be God's blessing to me. I really praise and thank God for Miguel's friendship. That alone is enough for me.


xoxo