Girl from the North Country

Listen to Bob sing it while you read for the full effect.

I've never fallen in love before.

Believe it or not despite several girlfriends, etc., I have never fallen in love.

What I mean is, I have never been with a girl who enchanted me to the point of weeping for losing her. 

One did tonight.

Her name was REDACTED but she can't be from my memory. We only hung out for an hour at most but she was… almost perfect. "Almost" because she was in a relationship. 

I asked her point blank as soon as I liked her ""Emily" are you single?"

She told me no. But that was right at the beginning. And we still hung out and played beer pong and smoked weed together and talked about Amsterdam…!

I was able to be so natural with her. So myself so quickly. It was magic. It was love at first conversation.

I am starting to cry again. Because I have never had such a wonderful time with a girl and I want to spend more time with her. 

She liked me. I liked her. Immediately. Nothing was missing except her boyfriend. Or girlfriend.

I was begging her in my mind to come back and talk to me after she left. Like this was it. Like this was us and she was going to miss it. This was that chance. 

She didn't feel the same. Or she is loyal, and that's the kind of girl I am looking for. Although… I feel two ways. She could be disloyal to her partner, while being newly loyal to me, and I to her, forever. 

Would that be wrong?

I say no. You don't pine for somebody else if your lover is your soulmate. It's impossible to do. A soulmate is the earth, air, fire, and water.

But whichever way she is happy. I miss her and she's still here. Since she officially told me she isn't interested, I can't try much harder than writing this story, and telling her to check it out after she leaves.

I don't have much hope, though. The "think about it" approach hasn't seemed to go my way, yet.

*****

That's like saying "I found it in the very last place I looked."

Love.

Was she looking? That's what I don't know. Sometimes we look without touching but that's really the same thing. Want is want.

*****

I didn't cry when any of my relationships ended. Not a drop.

I cried for 15 solid minutes over "Emily." It was like I met my soulmate through the windows of passing trains, stopped briefly next to each other. And then her train prepared to pull away. I said hurriedly "jump in!"—I held out my hand, beckoning her to climb through the window into my train but she didn't. And she didn't encourage me to jump into hers.

And her train went away.

Goodbye "Emily." I'll miss you. Call me.

-Alex

P.S. If intellectually, you recognize the slightest doubt about him/her, through door number me is everything you've ever wanted in love and life. I promise.

P.P.S. I am not going to mention you again. And another girl will arrive some-now. Any time. I am able to replace my broken heart.

P.P.P.S. This is my last chance to change your mind. It's hard to end it.

P.P.P.P.S. On the other hand… I could keep going until you get tired of reading but that's mean. 

P.P.P.P.P.S. This is my sense of humor.

P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Alright I gotta go down to the Barn and send this to my online newspaper. I really liked you. Text me.