The New M.E. Generation

I didn’t exactly get my dream, but more of a wish, sort of.

One night, out of nowhere, this ‘unfriend’ guy emailed me. It was totally unexpected.

It was the same scenario as before; his wife and child were away and he took the opportunity to contact me.

I called him first and there was a rush when I heard his voice again. Then we connected online and saw him live for the first time in more than a year.

Oh, my! He looked tired and that he has aged, a lot. It was as if his life had hit him hard. In other words, he’s unhappy.

At least he was very happy to see me. His amazing blue eyes lighted up incredibly. I even got complemented on how I looked.

“Wow, look at you!” said he. “You look great! I can tell you have lost weight. You’re like fine wine, you get better with the years.”

I have lost weight, some, but I’m glad he commented on it. It was a great ego boost. But I wish I could say the same about him.

“Hey, are you ok?” I asked him. “Sorry to tell you, but, you don’t look that good.”

His eyes looked down and his demeanor a changed. He held his face on his hand. “Well, I’m tired. It’s been a long day. Was taking care of things around the house…”

I kept looking at him and I knew he wasn’t telling me all the truth. I may have lost weight, but he certainly hasn’t ‘lost’ those situations we spoke about last year.

I felt sorry for him and wished I could be there next to him. Maybe if he opened up to me again he might feel better.

“Seriously, what’s going on?”

Ivan did show up the next day. What was more surprising was that he arrived at a descent time at night.

I was shocked when I opened the door and saw him. You could tell by his face that something was going on that wasn’t good.

When he sat down he gave me the impression that he looked worn out, tired and nervous, almost as if life had aged him.

I started to wonder if I looked like that when my whole situation occurred. All I remember was that it was greatly overwhelming; so much that there are parts my mind have chosen to ‘block’ for my own wellbeing.

What can I say? I felt sorry for him.

Ivan sat on a chair and me on another, and he started to open up.

His girlfriend and him had an argument before she left, and there have been others before this one. In essence, certain issues have been getting more complicated because they have not been resolved, so tensions are running high.

He also said that some family members visited him recently. He had a disagreement with one of them the day they were flying out, which he greatly regretted.

What a mess! He seemed he was about to cry and I quickly sat next to him and held his hand.

“Hey, take it easy,” said I, “there’s as much as one can take.” Me holding his hand helped and he let out a huge breath.

“I know it’s never good to fight with those we love, but it happens. Distance and time changes us, many times for the bad. But all you got to do is speak with that person and clear things out. It was just a misunderstanding.

In regards to your girlfriend, maybe it was good that she went away for a few days. You should take the opportunity to think things over and talk, which you don’t like to do.”

Ivan kept saying ‘I know, I know’ but did not go into further details.

“I know you don’t like to talk much and even less share your feelings with me, but I’m here for you. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

He gave me a warm hug before he left and thanked me for my support.

I became worried about him. He is not in a good place and it’s a lot dealing with all that by himself.

I know; I’ve been there.

In the time that followed, Jay and I kept chatting about the trip. Along the way we got to open up and know each other more. I even started sending him text messages late at night before I went to bed.

Our friendship grew little by little, and he was appreciating my texting. He responded once that he looked forward to them and that it greatly helped him get through the day.

Around 2 months before he set a tentative date, Jay started taking care of the other parts of the logistics. First item, could I search possible places for him to stay? No problem.

Actually, there’s one. Around where I live, there’s not that many or affordable hotels. Now that’s a problem.

I kept giving it a thought. So, what’s is it going to be?

“Jay, you know, for what you would spend daily on a hotel, might as well stay at my place and crash on the sofa.” (Did I just say that? Hello! I just opened the door to him.)

“I had thought about that but was afraid to ask. Even if it means sleeping in an air mattress, it’s fine by me.”

All right, sleeping situation resolved.

Sort of.

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