Is he going to call?

I have been waiting his call for three years now. I left Argentina back in 2012 knowing that I loved him, that he was the one. He was my greatest support when I hated everyone, when I walked my firsts steps in my new country. He was my everything for a year. In May 2013 I went back to Argentina. He picked me up from the Airport, and we spent the best ten days ever. He told me that he loved me. His eyes were telling me that he loved me. I was being loved and loving someone. I was in paradise, but we were clear: neither of us wanted a long distance relationship. “If it’s meant to be, it will be,” we said.

It’s April 2015, and I still wake up dreaming that he will ask me to marry him. Each day I have different scenarios in mind. One day he called me because he got a job in the States, so he was moving here and he was asking me to go to the middle of nowhere with him. Another day he told me that he missed me, and that even though he knew that I was supposed to be here, he really needed me to go back and start a life with him. I had a variety of possibilities, and I said yes to each one of them. One way or the other, I was sure that I would make things work for us.

I dream that he is still in love with me, and that what he has with his new girlfriend is not true love. I’ve been sad many times for him. I’ve prayed to meet another guys, and I have, but I am still in love with him. Maybe this is going to be a story to tell now and then, and how distance sucks, and I will always think, “what if I have stayed”. I will never know, but I wake up almost every morning picturing him, in his knees, with a ring in his hand.