16 February 2013
I stared at my phone, which was buzzing once again with an incoming call. You can guess who it was.
"Hey," I said, staring into space.
"I married Carrie," was the first thing out of his mouth.
I ignored him, twiddling around on my iPad.
"I married Carrie," he repeated.
"Heard you the first time," I snapped.
He chuckled. "Just making sure you knew."
I pressed my lips together, curling my fingers into a fist.
We talked for a little while...it was mostly him talking.
Then...and I have no idea why...but...he started speaking in Dutch.
I listened. He said a bunch of things, just rattled them off.
My heart fluttered at the sound.
"Get a grip," I thought to myself.
But I couldn't. It was *severely* unfair how beautiful Dutch sounded when it rolled off his tongue.
"Wh-what are you saying?" I asked.
He chuckled, and kept speaking it. Some words I'd learned from typing Dutch to him. Sometimes, to annoy him, I'd use Google Translate and talk to him in Dutch. So I know "je bent" means "you are", and "ik" means "I"...but I couldn't make out much else.
He never told me what he was saying.
"I'm gonna go," I said.
"Naaaaaayyyyyyyyy," he drew out, and then said more Dutch stuff.
"I have no idea what you're saying," I said.
He started taunting me, laughing out loud, in a sing-song voice.
"If you're insulting me, it's useless, because I can't understand you," I pointed out.
More Dutch.
"I'm gonna go," I repeated.
"Naaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy," he moaned.
"Speak English."
Lots more Dutch.
My heart was racing. I tried to tell myself, "It's an ugly language. Plus, *ugly* guys can speak Dutch."
I imagined an old man speaking Dutch to me. Not so cute, then, is it?
But that only worked for three seconds. I was swept away in the words he spoke, though I had no idea what they meant. The way he talked...I couldn't get over it.
It wasn't fair.
How can I get over him when every day he becomes more perfect to me?
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