Mission Accomplished, Not As Expected

I published this to Facebook 2 weeks ago, forgetting to link it here. Just pretend I'm still in Prague, okay?

As I sit here on my last night in Prague, alone in front of the hostel as my friend flirts with a Frenchman inside, I'm further saddened by the sudden and unexpected loss of my Czech boy.

Two perfect days, driven by fate and happenstance, came to such a strange and abrupt end without any true closure, and all I can do is sit and remember, going over all of it in my mind. Did he come by on Sunday but I missed him somehow? Did he simply disappear into the ether? What if Tre hadn't gotten on that tram with his backpack, putting him into the foul mood that changed the evening? Would any sort of goodbye be sufficient anyway? Not likely. Saying goodbye was going to be painful, regardless, but the lack of a goodbye kiss stings more than lemon on a paper cut. Each time I return to my room and see 48 blooming pink roses, it hurts all over again.

Two perfect days of communication with few words but perfect understanding, a perfect 2-day relationship with an unhappy ending, a romantic European adventure ending in forever-unrequited love and an eternal "what if?".

Well, I've been saying for months that I plan to fall in love with a wonderful man in Europe. I guess I should have been a bit more specific when declaring this to the Universe...