The New M.E. Generation











{January 21, 2013}   Looking Back 11 – Crossing over

“So how’s that working for you?” asked he.

“What, damage control?”

“If you want to look at it that way, yes.”

“Well, my ex did a lot of hurting, but I’ve advanced in my recovery. I know that I did everything right in my marriage and that he fell out of love for me. The reasons why will always be a question for me. It’s all a work in progress but I will get to where I should be one day. That I know for sure.”

This guy and I kept exchanging emails until the universe intervened and let me know it was time for us to part ways again.

It was a natural thing. I stopped writing because I had nothing else to say and he had been more than a good doctor, he had been a good friend as well, the one I always wished for.

It was time for me to move on and start practicing the medicine he applied to me.

And just like that, one day while walking to work and about to cross the street, I see a small convertible car being driven by a guy coming my way.

I let it pass and looked at it while crossing. It was beyond a surreal moment. It was living that moment when I was a teenager all over again.

All those memories came back on a flash. At first I felt sad, but later I felt good. I finally came to terms to that time of my life like I have with so many other moments.

What we shared was meant for that time and only then. Now we’re living different lives and he returned to my life to help me give closure.

Like I said before, one day my life will shift gears and find the man I deserve to have. In the meantime, there will be many roads to cross and walk, but, you know what?

I’m going to be just fine.

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I don’t know for how long I conversed with the guy I knew from before. But all I can say is that I ended up having a great time at the event and immensely good about myself.

The guy had to leave, baby-sitting night, and expressed that he hoped we would meet again during next month’s event. (If you keep up with your praises, I’m in.)

I relocated Dina and her friends. “Dina, didn’t you see him standing in the bar?”

“Who??”

“Ricky!”

“For real?”

“Yeah!”

“So what happened? Did you went over and said hello to him?”

“Are you out of your mind? The guy I was with wouldn’t stop showering me with praises! I was not going to trade that for anything in the world.”

I recounted to Dina the ‘long distance’ encounter. She couldn’t stop laughing. “Well,” said she, “the important thing is that you are over him.”

“Totally,” I concluded.

The next day I called Madelyn. “Madelyn, you will never guess who I saw last night.”

“Ah…hmmm…let me think. Sounds like a conversation we had not so long ago. The only person that comes to mind is Ricky.”

“You are right.”

“Well, how about that?” said she in her usual poised manner.

I gave her the full scoop of the night.

“So how do you feel about what happened last night?” she asked.

“Liberating. That it was just what I needed to give final closure to this experience.”

“Good for you! I think so too.”

And like in many other conversations we’ve had before, we ended up talking about so many things, the Ricky topic quickly vanished into thin air, never to cross my mind again.

All I can say is that, after all this finally came to an end, I’ve cried, I’ve laughed, felt sorry for myself, regained part of my self-confidence, and many more.

The best part is that I’m still here, and that the affairs of the heart are getting better, slowly but surely.

And what about the artwork? It’s staying right where it is. Meaning, I’m not returning it.

This is how I look at it now: my life, like this piece of art, is a work in progress, that one day will simply become a masterpiece.



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