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I met at camp and I was a loner and very quiet. no one talked to me… we sat at the same table with other people but I don't know when it started but he started paying attention to me… I told a story and he was the only one that that listened and pulled up a chair front seat.. then he complimented me and said I looked pretty in my Aeropostale shirt, he had a twin sister who sat next to me and talked to me and asked questions, and I never knew our mom’s exchanged numbers to car pool his mom asked my mother

he mentioned doing something to his wife and kept looking at me

his mother noticed me and I was known for not smiling and she told me to smile

I don’t know what he saw I was so pathetic and unsmart…

he’s the only guy who was ever kind to me and made me feel seen.

Life went on ofc he followed a couple of my cousins but never me and I believe he got my number but never reached out so I never really thought about him.

I ended up moving out of state for college and he moved to the same city. He moved to a different city and I ended up moving there for a job offer.

he's married and has a wife and he seems like a good dad and husband.. I did reach out to congratulate him and he left it on read so I moved on

@LaFemmeFatale_1 asked me something about my love life earlier… and it actually stuck with me and made me think…

I’ve known someone for a long time. He’s intelligent, funny, has depth… but opening up has always been a slower process for him. It’s something that unfolds over time…. Like a really long time. We started out as just friends and then we decided to try something more…

And then there’s someone I met more recently…

We could barely communicate at first because of the language barrier lol, but somehow we kept gravitating back to each other… laughing, losing track of what we were doing like it just flowed naturally. I actually posted about him some months ago and you guys were sharing with me how you’ve dated someone who spoke another language primarily.

What stood out to me though… was the effort. And even emotionally… he didn’t rush it, but he didn’t avoid it either.

He told me:

“De nada, con gusto… es bueno saber un poco y te diré poco a poco.” (I’ll tell you more little by little.) …And he did.

He’s also the guy I was talking about when I posted about going on a date.. and asking you guys whats a good first date… anyway..

That made me question something… because I feel like we tend to assume history means more.

But what if someone new is showing you more intention?

So what matters more to you in the end?