“I have told you about the new lifeguard, Mike. I see him everyday and I always com this close to speaking to him, but it never worked. Today I had decided to talk to Mike but he wasn’t there! I don’t know why life is so cruel...I’ll probably never see him again. And I’m just about to leave. At first he was nothing but another pretty face, but after seeing him for a while...well it’s too late now. If I had known It would have done something about it...”
Of course I wouldn’t have done anything. If I knew it would be the last day I would see him, I would have done absolutely nothing. I’d probably have gone to the pool and stood there like a moron waiting for a miracle or something to happen. He was absent for some reason and hadn’t been at the pool, but I thought it permanent, and felt awful for letting the chance of knowing him slide by.
In the next lines I describe Michael. If I hadn’t written this down, I probably wouldn’t know how to describe him. I remember very vaguely what he looked like. But here is what I wrote at the time.
“...Now I little about Mike. He’s about 5’9, very tanned and thin, but has great shoulders. He has a great smile and beautiful hazel green eyes. Everyone likes him. He is really sweet. He isn’t gorgeous, but I really don’t care.”
Of course I wouldn’t have done anything. If I knew it would be the last day I would see him, I would have done absolutely nothing. I’d probably have gone to the pool and stood there like a moron waiting for a miracle or something to happen. He was absent for some reason and hadn’t been at the pool, but I thought it permanent, and felt awful for letting the chance of knowing him slide by.
In the next lines I describe Michael. If I hadn’t written this down, I probably wouldn’t know how to describe him. I remember very vaguely what he looked like. But here is what I wrote at the time.
“...Now I little about Mike. He’s about 5’9, very tanned and thin, but has great shoulders. He has a great smile and beautiful hazel green eyes. Everyone likes him. He is really sweet. He isn’t gorgeous, but I really don’t care.”
I don’t remember him being gorgeous, but he was handsome, and he was my type...well at least he was at the time. Sometimes I close my eyes and try to vision his face on my mind, but the only thing that comes up are the green in his eyes, his tanned skin and the light brown hair that he always brushed away from his eyes. The image I registered in my memory is almost that of an angel. That’s what he represents in my life after all these years. It doesn’t really matter where he is and what he is doing. What stayed with me was a kind of legacy that you only read of in novels.
Let me return to the journal.
July was over and nothing special was registered. I was feeling bored and anxious about leaving. Since my belief was that I wouldn’t see Michael again, I was ready to embrace the idea of living in Portugal and accept reality. Until one fine day, when I had a nice surprise.