The New M.E. Generation

I really wasn’t expecting any more responses from this guy regarding the whole incident, but I did.

To yet another surprise, he started his email stating that he was traveling and access to the Internet was not available at times.

If such is the case, where in the world is he that communicating is so complicated that he still felt compelled to respond? After all, I’m not important to him any more.

He then continued writing that he had apologized to me numerous times and did not know how else to do it any more. Also, that he knew I was expecting much more from him, and that he hoped I could move on from the anger I was feeling towards what happened.

He concluded stating that he could respond to me further when possible.

I, once again, read it many times and responded when I was sure of what I wanted to say, which was expressed like this:

‘I’m not expecting anything from you now or later.

What hurts me is that you terminated our friendship and never got an explanation as to the reason for such.

I have moved on in my own way and know that life will repeat itself; we will loose contact and eventually forget about each other. Perhaps it is the best thing to do.’

What I forgot to mention to him was that I have accepted his many apologies, but I will not forgive him. After all I’ve gone through, this I won’t do. Maybe later, when he’s really out of my life and the hurt is no more.

I haven’t received any more emails from him and don’t expect any more. I think he got my message and I have said all that I needed to.

Do I expect anything else to happen? No.

I think this reconnection finally got disconnected.

Dina and I finished our ‘quick stop’ or ‘brb’ and are walking towards the door to leave when these two guys crossed my path.

“Aren’t you Emma?” said one of then. I responded with a puzzled ‘yes.’ “Don’t know you if you remember us, but we attended high school together.”

OMG! What a surprise this was. I couldn’t believe that after so many years after graduating, these two still remembered me.

“How did you guys recognize me?” asked I.

“You still look the same,” said one of them.

Well! That was the best complement I’ve had in a very long time. If after all I’ve gone through these two still think I look great (ah, I guess that ‘s what they meant), damn, I must be doing something right. Man, my ego went sky high.

I was still standing in the hallway in total awe when them guys asked if I could have a drink with them before I left.

Dina took a seat at the bar and everyone else stood. Lucky me (and her), a guy sitting next to Dina started talking to her. Even better, he looked cute and someone that maybe Dina could be interested in getting to know.

I was even luckier that from where I was standing, I had a direct view of the first guy who had been staring at me the entire night. He was still alone and now that I was talking to these two guys, he wasn’t moving from his chair.

I noticed that his look was one that, yes, he was interested in approaching me, but was waiting for the right moment to make it happen.

This is great! He’s probably thinking that I am in demand.

Whoa! Is everybody going to be lucky tonight?

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