Rhapsody (Part 2 of Medley).

71: HAPPY / HEADLIGHTS / SLIDE.

Jasmine got what she wanted.

A month and a half of insisting finally got me to give in. She organized a small get-together at a bar with a few friends from work, her boyfriend and me. She made sure that Kai was the only other person I knew there so that I had no choice but to talk to her intended target. What she didn't know was that my plan all along was exactly that: to stay close to Kai all night and talk his ear off to keep everyone else away.

I don't want to date. I don't want to meet other men. I want Harry.

"Everybody says it'll be okay
But I don't know
When that day will come
Will it come?

And all my friends they're trying
To take me out, set me up
Get me a little drunk and have some fun

But the truth is I don't really care
Who these people are
Or what they have to say

And the truth is you're all I wanna see
When I get home tonight
And you're not there with me

'Cause you're the only one
Who makes me
The only one who makes me happy

I've been sleeping too late
With the curtains drawn, the lights ain't on
Damn this old heartbreak!

I'll give anything to be by your side
And feel alive again
Remember where we've been
At the river banks
Throwing stones against the wind

Well the truth is I love you all the same
That night I broke your heart
And the day you cursed my name

Yeah the truth is, I never really knew
You were everything to me
Until it was much too late

'Cause you're the only one who makes me
The only one who makes me happy

Well I threw it all away
And I can't go back
Yeah, I built these fires
And left ashes in my path

And I know you'll never come
'Round here no more
But what I'd give
To have you back again

(...)

Everybody says it'll be okay
But I don't know
When that day will come
Will it come?"

Rodrigo was as charming and as dreamy as Jasmine had described him, and after crossing a few words with him I was instantly drawn to the sound of his voice, everything he said was interesting and I found myself listening to him tell me stories all night.

Like my best friend, he's a realtor and a damn good one according to her. He has a million stories of funny, awkward and weird situations he's been in with his customers, and he has a talent for storytelling that captures everyone's attention. He's eloquent and smart and sexy and never had to resort to crass flirting to pull me in.

I agreed to seeing him again the next day, and he read me well. Instead of planning a fancy dinner night or something over-the-top to impress me, he picked me up in the afternoon and took me to the cutest café shop with a terrace where we could sit and talk without the noise from big crowds.

And we sat there and talked, well, he did most of the talking but because I preferred it that way. Not only I don't want to talk about myself, but I also find his stories therapeutic in the sense that for those moments when he's talking I give my mind a break and my thoughts rest.