Clara and Jordan
Mon Amérique à moi...
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Clara's Perspective  ----  Jordan's Perspective

Clara - Later

For some time I don’t even want to hear Megan's indirect updates. When I fly into Orlando on my way to Texas on April 17th of 2004, a year and a half later, much has changed. I have moved to Portsmouth, and started working for IBM. I have dated some pointless English boys in the vaguest possible way. Jordan, I hear, is also in a changed situation, though at that time I neither ask nor want to know what that means.

Not everything has changed. A few weeks earlier I am talking to my friend Ian, explaining about Jordan and telling him about how I don’t understand that he didn’t see that really, we connected. All the same, the thought of That Boy only barely crosses my mind as we land in Florida. It doesn’t take long for his name to crop up. Megan asks – would I mind hanging out with him? It’s ok if I don’t. I figure I shouldn’t be resentful and besides, the whole thing was probably just in my head.

We sit on Megan’s couch and talk for a very, very long time. Jordan’s tells me that he has broken up with his girlfriend and I try not to say that I don’t want to know. But I can’t help it, I can’t stop myself from falling in love with this boy all over again, and again later that holiday. How could I not love him? He is so knowledgeable about Orwell.

Megan and I headed to Texas to see Oscar. I was more confused than ever, but Texas was, and is, lovely and distracting. When I got home Jordan and I picked up where we left off, and daily long emails went back and forth between us. I guess this was the time when we really became friends, when we got to know each other a bit better.

 

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