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Hello, Goodbye

If you knew your love had an expiration date, would you still try?

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Adam is handsome, a teacher, blonde, has green eyes, Australian (hot accent), and can be found anywhere around the world on an adventure. And although it sounds like I’m describing someone from a romance novel, Adam is as real as you and me. I thought we all have that type in our head that we will never truly find, but there he was on my phone screen waiting for me to send that first message on Instagram.

Adam currently lives in Australia where he is a part time traveler and a full time teacher to a family that has more money than I could ever dream of. Every 3 months Adam travels with them to Beverly Hills for a week to teach the kids, and after some casual conversation, I found out he was on his way to LA. This gave me exactly one week to know my dream man.

After arriving in town, he and I exchanged a few texts about our Saturday night plans. I knew I would find him somewhere in West Hollywood, our local gay scene, so I wore my sexiest of outfits. A string pink tank top that said “West Coast” with some torn up black skinny jeans. I chugged 4 shots of Vodka from my apartment and then headed confidently towards an unknown destiny. A few bars into the night, I finally stumbled into The Abbey. There, standing across the dance floor, was Adam drinking a Corona.

He was more handsome in person and after a brief hello, we found our way to a little corner table. The rest of the night slipped away in our conversation. We spent the night together turning talk into kisses and I assumed that would have been it for us. One night stands are the norm, so my expectations for more were very low. Usually you meet someone interesting and then the next day they’re off with someone else. Most people in the city have the attention span of a goldfish. Everyone wants new, and relationships usually aren’t the trend.

But after that night Adam and I spent the next few days together with me as his tour guide. I showed him my own personal LA. I took him to MidiCi, my favorite pizza place in the valley. We went rock climbing at Hollywood Boulders so I could strut my athletic adventure side, and we kissed in between shops at the Grove.

Adam also served as a guide showing me new things in my own town.

He took me to sweetgreen on 3rd, introducing me to the world of Kale. He helped me discover my new obsession that is Rite Aid Birthday Cake ice cream. And finally, he treated me to dinner at Cleo in Hollywood because he felt I deserved a “proper” date.

After that first night in West Hollywood, he and I slipped into a rhythm. Every night was spent in his arms and each morning I begrudgingly left them just to return. The hours between day and night became too much of a distance between us. All the while ignoring the fact about the real distance between Los Angeles and Australia.

One night while strolling through Beverly Hills eating ice cream, Adam opened up about his desires in a relationship.

“I want the type of love where you miss the person the second they leave the room. Where they are your best friend.”

Immediately my heart stopped. That was exactly the type of love I’ve dreamt of having but haven’t found.

“That’s exactly how my parents are,” I replied. “They’ve been married for 35 years and my dad will call my mom the second he leaves home.”

After that we walked in silence. I don’t know what he was thinking, but I knew I wanted more than this week was going to be able to offer us, and I had to tell him how I felt.

On our last night together at the end of the week I wanted to be dramatic and say something romantic like, “I love you!” but I knew what we had wasn’t love. It was possibly just the start of it. We didn’t have enough time together to justify me asking him to be mine from halfway across the world. But I was going to miss the drives through the city, all the red light kisses, and most of all, Adam. I didn’t want to let go because for once I found someone who finally understood my version of love.

“I want you,” were the words that came out of my mouth as we sat kissing on our last night together in my red Prius. “I don’t know exactly what that means, but I want you.”

He pulled away and looked me in the eyes.

“I want you too. I come back in September.”

“Maybe we are just meant to be a week long romance?” I asked.

“We are so much more than that.”

And then we let silence speak for us. Was that a promise of some sort of future? Did he want us as much as I did?

We gave one final kiss goodbye and then he was off, making the distance between us even more of a reality. I didn’t know whether to cry or smile. I didn’t expect to fall so fast, but Adam proved to me love can be found in the city. Even if only for a week.

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