The simplicity of accepting

He was tall and handsome, of course he knew this, which gave him the confidence enough to be even a bit more attractive. Rather athletic, sharp nose which gave him a prominent profile, small dark eyes, rough hands.
They saw each other rarely, now and then they happened to be at the same social event, this because she was an old acquaintance of his brother.
The first time she remembers to have seen him she was at his brother's house, getting ready to go out and break it down at some city club with friends. He was sitting in the living room, looking interesting in his tiny glasses...they gave him sort of an intellectual look. Didn't pay him too much attention as he was her friends younger brother. Thing is, she found him good looking, and when they met at a party later that night, he wouldn't stop babbling in her ear about things she couldn't mind less about.
Next time she saw him, they were outside a cinema, waiting to see the same movie. Of course she sat next to him, but more to chit chat than anything, the rest of her friends sitting on the row behind. Surprised, he accepted her company. Later that night they danced, had fun...let's say that something happened.
Time went by, every time they met he approached her to say Hi, talk about everything and nothing. They started to talk under other circumstances; phoned a couple of times, messenger...they made an appointment...which finally never was. Once, the opportunity raised to get together at the coast...a friend of his was staying at a beach house. Things were definitely happening on her behalf. So sweet, wasn't he? Straight forward, a gentleman, he made her laugh...but things didn't go as they were supposed to. What went wrong? Thoughts running through her mind at super speed, feelings rushing through her heart in millions. Everything stopped, vanished away in time...she mourned a bit and finally forgot him...so she thought.
Sitting on a bench, talking to her old friend a Friday night in a city club, he popped up. There they were, staring at each other, looking stupidly indifferent. Eagerly, he sat by her and demanded to hear everything she'd done lately. Her heart beating just a little bit faster than usual, she couldn't avoid it. On his invitation they mingled away through the crowd, his arm round her, her arm holding on to his waist...he made her laugh again, dancing, glancing, approaching. That thing happening again, confusing as they weren't going any further with this...
Monday came, so did Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Once again he vanished, away he went into his common, everyday working life. So did she, waking up as usual by 8 o clock, her regular morning cup of tea with milk, smoking cigarettes a bit more than she should, but just enough to calm her anxiety. This tiny heartache reminded her once again about the importance of letting go, that sometimes relationships are all about shallow games, but which at the same time, are truly affectionate...after all, they enjoyed seeing each other when they eventually did, honestly, without promises and unnecessary commitments, and they both probably looked forward to seeing each other again. It's the simplicity of accepting the nature of certain kind of human relations.