To My Surprise...

Yes, surprise indeed. Here I was simply caught up in a world of dealing with sisters having babies, fathers running in and out of the hospital, my boyfriend being a million miles away while trying to plan a wedding with me, and on top of everything my bicycle got stolen - the one thing that made my everyday life a little easier, not to say less expensive with all the money I saved in bus fare. When I rode that bicycle along the lakes in Copenhagen while listening to music on my ipod I would always have one of those moments... you know... when the sun falls just right over the water and music, wind resistance and me and my bicycle all worked together in harmony. In those moments I would feel alive, satisfied, and for a moment not even think about the fact that I constantly was missing a certain boy. But then my bike got stolen and my trips along the lakes got replaced by the crowded and humid atmosphere on the bus. I felt like it couldn't get any worse. The world was trying to get me.

Kyle had for a couple of days said to me, that he wanted to send me something to cheer me up... something fresh. I know it would be obvious to associate the word "fresh" with flowers, but in my mind a small hope began to rise as I thought to myself that Kyle himself was pretty fresh, maybe he was in fact sending me himself and just trying to trick me by hinting to send me flowers. Wednesday morning I completely got my cousin turned on to the idea that he in fact was on a plane to come here, and that his late responses to text messages and late night phone calls actually was because he was on his way over the Atlantic ocean to come and swoop my feet away. Yes, we were pretty sure that was how it would be, both knowing that we were making it all up in our heads, and that these thoughts only were a product of weeks and weeks of longing and despair. So, I kept on waiting for the flowers. They never came. Then Kyle called, telling me that he was on his way to starbucks and that he was missing me, and my last piece of hope went away. I knew I wouldn't see him that day. I therefore went about my things, picked my niece up on her parents Christiania bicyckle at the daycare and was happily singing childrens songs while wearing a stupid bicykle-helmet (that is very safe, but not exactly pretty) just to be a good rolemodel, when I saw him sitting there, my beloved with flowers. Very fresh indeed i must say. And suddenly the world couldn't beat me down anyways... At least not for now.