The New M.E. Generation

“I’m fine,” said Johann. “How long has it been since we last spoke?”

“My last memory was you telling me in your card that you were getting married and couldn’t write to me any more,” said I.

“Actually, it was my wife who told me to do that. I was upset about it, but what could I do? I’ve always regretted it.”

“Well, if it gives you any comfort, I got rid of most of your letters when I got married. I regretted it too, especially after he left me. But, you and I did what we thought we had to do for the sake of our relationships.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you. You know, I was really into you. I wanted to finish my education and fly out to see you again. I would have had a relationship with you, even taken it to the next level, have I been given the chance.”

“What, for real? We were so young! How did you know I was the one for you when we weren’t even living in the same country?”

“That’s how much I had feelings for you.”

“Well, I will say this: life sure has a way of taking care of things.”

Wow! I did have lots of feelings for him, but I think part of them were of being ‘enamored’ with the long distance aspect and he being a foreigner in the navy.

But it was now that I learned how serious he had been about me. What he said was a very powerful statement.

Johann didn’t have a lot of time to talk so we wrapped it up. It may have been brief, but so much was said (and felt).

I couldn’t get off my mind the fact that had there been the opportunity we could have ended up together.

It’s ironic to think that my ‘x’ said to me that he knew he would marry me after our first date. I questioned him about it and he kept saying, ‘I just knew’. It sounded romantic at the time, but after all I went through, it later felt he really didn’t put much analysis into this, if that.

What about me? What relates to men, I thought I had it all figured out when I got involved with him. I knew being married wasn’t going to be easy, but felt confident I could make it work.

Still, how much guarantee do we have of anything working out, no matter at what age? Answer is, none.

But, like I told Johann, life took care of things because it protected us from a situation it wasn’t meant to be.

If I am right about this, why didn’t it take care of that other guy?

What have you got to say now ‘life’?

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?”



“For real?”


“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.

et cetera