Eva-Redi
zizani with a twist
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Loc: Adelaide, South Australia
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Sun Jul 13 2008 07:24 PM
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Have you ever wondered about the outcome or whereabouts of someone you may have met briefly or known some years ago (but somehow lost touch with)? Have you found yourself wondering how that person is doing, what they're up to, and how their life might have turned out? Someone who may have left a significant impression on you or that may have shared with you something beyond compare, something you have never quite forgotten (no matter how brief or fleeting the chance meeting was)?
I'm sure all of us can recall a special 'someone' who briefly crossed our paths', someone found but was just as quickly lost - due to uncontrollable circumstances (perhaps).
I met a 'special someone' long ago - when I was still a teenager (during my last year in high school), onboard a connecting train in Sydney that was coming from Coolangatta (Queensland), and was heading back toward Melbourne and Adelaide. His name was John: a very handsome Greek boy, with a surname beginning with 'Leon...' (?). He had boarded the train from Sydney, along with his brother and cousins, and was on his way back to Melbourne (where he lived - somewhere in Avondale Heights). It seems we were all returning from our summer holidays along the eastern parts of Australia: John and his group from NSW, me and my friends from QLD. We were all on a 'natural high': having just returned from the beaches, the clubs and pub-crawls, the motorcycle rides across the Gold Coast, the sights and people we had met during our travels' - in the company of close friends, away from parents and relatives.
That train ride from Sydney to Melbourne was as amazing as it was unforgettable. Gentle glances, flirtatious introductions, endless playful conversations ... and a strange but deep attraction transpired between John and me. I learned how to 'shave' a man (for the very first time). The bathroom door was left open, giving me a sense of security. He insisted that I have a 'go' at shaving him the next morning; he trusted me with a blade in my hand, onboard a very bumpy train. We eventually reached Melbourne, his hometown, and he insisted that we meet him again in one hour at a certain pub - after he had quickly dashed home to get his car. I remember his brother and cousins thought he was 'crazy': they had been away from home several weeks, the distance home and back was rather long, and all he could think about was meeting me again - before our next connecting journey back to Adelaide. We had about four hours to kill - and John would drive us around, show us the sights of Melbourne and St Kilda. Sure enough he returned; and my stomach had 'butterflies'. He tried giving me his 'sleeper' earring as a keepsake - but it was impossible to remove, it had almost become welded together in his ear. Instead he gave me his contact details (which I later lost), and saw us off at the train station once 'our time' together had come to an end. You can imagine the kiss we exchanged, and the gaze into one another's eyes, as I stood in the doorway of the train that was homeward bound for Adelaide. I sensed a sadness that I had never before felt, for anyone.
I never forgot him, I lost his details - and had declined giving him mine (unfortunately). Our meeting was gentle and innocent - but very special indeed. I wonder about him at times... 
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Βρήκες ακατάλληλη στιγμή να με ανταμώσεις. Eγώ δεν έχω τίποτα, πάλι σου το θυμίζω. Mια καρδια μου έμεινε ♥ παρ’την, σου την χαρίζω. Δεν έχω όνειρο, ούτε φτερά για να πετάξω ...
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