Nicholas Sparks would totally dig this.

So many of you who have Facebook I'm sure remember a few weeks back when my status' only consisted of my excitement of a certain British Lad. He was special indeed and I can honestly say it was the best week of my summer by far. Have you ever wondered why people are brought into your life? I mean, seriously thought about it? It's kind of strange and hard to wrap our small minds around. At least for me it is, especially in this case. He still has a piece of my heart, and though it's likely I may never see him again, I will remember what we had. I know it may seem like a cliche' little love story that I am about to tell but, it almost is one of those cliche' Nicholas Sparks stories. I never knew I'd have that happen to me but so glad it did.

It was a cloudy Monday morning, the second week in June to pinpoint it exactly. Sam and Hannah(the kids I nanny for) started soccer camp for the week and I wasn't exactly too thrilled about it. It was an early morning camp that ran from 9AM-noon everyday. So the only thing I had to do was either stay in town and diddle-daddle around, stay and watch their practice, or go back to their house(which is far in the country) and sleep. I had my options open to whatever...but basically I was annoyed that I had to drive them so much and didn't have anything to do. Anyways, so the camp started off at Island Park on that Monday. I remember it exactly, it was misting, slightly humid, buggy, and isolated at the fields. I pulled up seeing only a few people there and some cute dude in a blue soccer uniform. I sat in the car for a few minutes in a little bitchy mood and told the kids to just chill for a few minutes in the car until the rest of the kids showed up. They of course wanted to get out of the car right away. I gave up and told them to get out and go kick the ball around or whatever. I then decided to be a responsible nanny and get out of the car and see who the coach was and where they were both supposed to be. So I get out and walk over slowly to this lady and asked "Hey, I'm the kids nanny, do you know who their coach is?" She pointed to the guy in the blue uniform who was staring at me. "ello" he said in his distinct British accent. (side note: it made me go weak in the knees.) "Hey, so you're the coach, alright well...cool." I said. It was kind of an awkward situation...but we made some small talk. So I gave him the kids names and I proceeded to get in my car and brainstorm what I was going to do for the next four hours. It ended up I ran into town to get a couple things and then I ended up going back to the field and sitting in my car, listening to music, reading a page of a book before getting distracted by the British accent that I could hear because my window was partially down. I then updated my Facebook status to "Cute British boy coaching the kids I nanny for allll week." I then kept listening to him talking and found out he was a pro soccer player for Liverpool or something big over there but hurt himself so he's just semi-pro now. (Must be rough).

As the morning went on, I went back into town for something and then came back and got Sam because his practice ended earlier than Hannah's. I got out of the car and proceeded to walk over towards the Brit. We made small talk and I found out his name was Phil. The first question he asked me besides what my name was if there was a place in town he could have a beer. (Can't say I blame him after being around all these kids) ;) I told him about Kinnick's in town, but told him he'd probably have better luck in Des Moines. To make a long story short He eventually asked for my number, and texted me as soon as I left. We talked that whole day through texting and that night I ended up taking him out on a tour of Des Moines. Phil never ceased to amaze me through everything he said and how he acted towards me. He literally treated me better than any guy I had been out with. He kissed my hand, and opened the car door for me that night. It was a night filled of cute romance with a boy who only seemed to exist in the fairy tales. He even gave me one of his bracelets that smelled of him(creepy I know.)

So Tuesday morning arrived and I can't say there had been a time I jumped out of bed fast enough to go nanny. I knew I got to see him again that morning. We hung out not only Tuesday night, but Wednesday night, Thursday night, AND Friday night. Each night was so incredible and each moment we spent together seemed like a dream, like I needed knocked up the side of the head. We went out to eat, walked around the lake, and he even met my parents. But the truth is, I started thinking about how once Friday night came that would be it. I would have to say goodbye and I was partially in denial about that because I know there is a chance I'd never see him again. Friday night was amazing, just like the rest. He left my house after 1am and after standing in the doorway of my house for like 20 trying to say goodbye, and another 5 outside of my house, and 5 by his car, he pulled off and It sucked. The whole time he held me, and wiped the tears from my eyes promising that he'd see me again. Who promises those things? Because in reality I probably won't see him again and that tears my heart into two. You know what else sucks? The blankets STILL smell of him downstairs in the basement, and one of the shirts I wore around him, that I haven't washed yet, STILL smells like him. I know I sound like a total creep for even smelling the blankets. But it's not my fault I am female and admit it you would do the same thing. It seems like a part of him is still here, though he's really not.

Sometimes I try to tell myself that it would have been easier if we would have never met. That if he wouldn't have been brought here, if I was never the kids nanny, we would have never met and never fallen for each other. Or maybe I'm the one who has fallen and he's forgotten about me. There goes my mind again.....Do you know what I mean though? What was the purpose of us meeting if he just gets pulled out of my life. It hurts so bad. Do you think that if I'm supposed to see him again I will? I try to tell myself that to make myself feel better. But whatever, reality has set it and Phil isn't here.