Cole Tyler

When I was a kid my grandfather used to constantly tell me that no matter what, “listen to your heart.” Well just a few hours ago, I did just that.

 

You see, last night was Maya’s final night with us so we all took her out to eat in Miraflores. A great night as we ate, drank, and danced (or attempted to).

 

We all had a blast.  It’s kind of funny because half of the crew seems to protect Maya and consider her as their sister and half of them protect her because they want her.

 

Regardless, she and I hung all night. As we laughed into the night I felt my heart being lifted to a place that it has never been and I felt as light as a feather as we danced. While that easily may have been the tequila, it was also the scent of Maya.

 

As the evening ended and the crew dissipated in anticipation of our morning departure, Maya and I sat alone in the corner of the restaurant.

 

As we sat there, it seemed as though the music got lighter and our souls got closer. From the smallest touch on the wrist to her subtle brush of my leg, I felt like I did in the 5^th grade when I developed my very first crush on Adelaide.

 

I was giddy, excited, nervous and so relaxed at the same time. A weird feeling as I cannot describe it, but my grandfather also told me that it is impossible to describe love. “You’ll just know it” he would tell me.

 

Anyway, we sat together without saying much for the next 30 minutes before she, in her bold journalistic fashion, turned to me, leaned in and whispered two simple words.

 

“Thank You.”

 

Those two simple, one syllable words sent chills down my spine, lifted the hairs from my neck, and in an almost universally magnetic way, took my head and leaned it in as what followed was the most incredible, passionate, and lustful kiss my lips ever encountered.

 

And in a moment that seemed to last forever, yet end so bluntly, Maya stood up and smiled. She then grabbed a hold of my hand and walked out as a gust of wind was blowing her dark hair back.

 

And it was then, when she walked out, that I fell in love with her.

 

But it was also then, when she walked out, that I thought of Adelaide.

 

Talk soon,

 

Cole

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