Something Strange Happened

So, something strange happened to me last night (7/17/11). I sat with one man talking about the randomness of life, trying to develop a hopeless connection for the future. However, across the room there sat another man who drew my spirit closer to him. There was something about him that made me feel uninhibited. I wanted to be there with him and not the one sitting across from me. As fate would see it, the mysterious man in the corner would work his magic and meet me behind the books, only to have me write more words. Later, I met that guy in another setting. It was as if I knew I shouldn't have been there with him, but I was. We didn't care about the people around us, sitting and staring. We were in our own world, conversationally concentrated, emotionally and physically prepared. It was as if time had frozen and only he and I were allowed to live in peace. Again, I saw that same man in another setting, and it was sweeter than the ones before. It was beautiful. He wanted to dig deeper into my mind, my history, my heart. And my foolish self, I just wanted to give him my all and to walk away knowing that he was all mine. But, then it hit me, temporary satisfaction was not on the menu. Like my encounters with others, I had to give a lecture on wanting more. I explained that just being ordinary was not where I wanted to be. He responded by saying that I was young and I should let the world be my partner. I told him the world couldn't be my partner because the world already had too many lovers and I want to be the only love. Nevertheless, I felt something. I felt that this man had took a piece of my dreams and made them into a reality. For the sake of not seeming so naive, I had to refrain from truly giving him my mind, so instead of telling him the whole story, I only told a third and pleaded the fifth. I hope for more with him. I desire more with him. Honestly...