In early July 2008, during my short term job, I met a foreign guy who was spending his holiday in my country.
It was the first time I’ve ever spent my day with a stranger. He was outgoing and friendly and used to travel a lot. We’ve been walking together when we arrived at a place where we wanted to have a thorough look. Normally he would riding his (rented) bike, and I would be on a motor-taxi to the next place we wanted to visit.
The day went on so fast, and the sky was full of dark clouds that we couldn’t manage to see sunset together, and since it was my last day there, I couldn’t have another chance to go around with him.
I knew that nothing could happen between us. All I hoped was to have the last dinner with him. Yet, I had to spend the last dinner time together with myself.
I wrote to him and hoped that he could see beautiful sunset the next day.
From that day, I lost contact with him. I had no idea what happened to him. His photo albums were left untouched since several months ago.
I hope that he’s living happily with his love one.
