The Man from Romania

The late nights I spend, studying for tests and doing work. All the same routine, but I don't mind it too much. Today, I got bored of it. Sick of it, wanting to just do something different. It may have been a mix of dehydration, or exhaustion, but I was losing focus. I got onto a messenger website, and started typing to someone. They left, and someone else joined and left. This happened a few times. Then a person joined, and I said "hi". That's all. It wasn't formal nor was it something to be tight about. Just a random person. They said hi back, and we started talking. We were just chatting, and he was the only person who didn't leave after two messages. I found out that he lived in Romania. It was so far away from me, but we still talked. He knew English fairly well, but I had to tell him a few words that he couldn't think of. This conversation of all things made me happy. He was 20 years old, in college, and I was just there, maybe a kid to him. I never got his name though, and that I regret. Now, I will never find the Man from Romania. The man who was up at 5:00 in the morning because he couldn't sleep. Still, the conversation we had was humbling. It was nice to know that connections were possible through hundreds of thousands of miles. Later, I talked to my friend about the conversation I had. This friend said things like "You cant trust this guy. You are talking to a stranger!" This didn't matter to me at all! My friend would never know that this wasn't a creep, a weirdo, someone I should fear. But then again, the sad truth is, maybe he was. Was he so different from me? I don't know. The Man from Romania filled me with questions... No one here understands the man. I mostly don't either. He represents mystery, I think. I got so close, I almost knew him. Maybe where ever he was, someone told him not to talk to me. Maybe they thought that I could have been a serial killer or something. I'm not though. Neither is he. Understanding his mystery is impossible, but acknowledging that it is there is just enough. The people who hear the story of the Man from Romania, and think that talking to him was wrong; They break my heart.