The New M.E. Generation











I ran to the entrance of my house and gave Johann the biggest hug ever. He reciprocated it the same way. I could have stayed like that until forever.

We sat on the balcony and talked about everything from the moment we met until now.

It was also the closest that we physically were. There was a distance between us previously. It was sort of awkward, but great at the same time.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him and there were these instances where we didn’t say much.

It is one of those moments that you just wished for to happen and when it does, you just don’t know what to do because you didn’t thought about it beforehand.

Now that I’m thinking, I don’t even think we held hands. Yes, he was that respectful.

I don’t know how many hours we sat there for, but it got quite late. Instead of calling a cab, Johann felt he could find his way back to the ship and decided to walk.

It was like another scene from a movie; it was time to say good-bye and we were both sad about it.

We finished saying what we had to say and, of course, the kiss finally happened. Yes, only one, long and sweet.

We walked to the house entrance, hugged again and off he went. On his way to the corner of the block, he turned around several times to look at me.

I was slightly crying and when he looked back one time I said ‘I love you’ in a low tone.

When he got to the corner, he faced me, waved his both hands good-bye, made a turn and left. I stood there for a few minutes still looking at the corner.

Once inside the house, I think my mom, who was already in bed, asked me if Johann had already left. I told her ‘yes’ and to go back to sleep.

I went to my room and got into bed staring at the ceiling probably until I fell asleep.

I don’t know what I did the next day (Sunday), but I certainly didn’t attempt to go to the ship before it departed.

I’m sure I was sad and went over what happened the night before over and over my head.

After that, everything went back to as before, continuing in high school, writing to each other frequently, and wondering what the future held for our friendship and myself.

As you probably know, ‘life goes on’.

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I woke up the next day wondering if this one was going to be as wonderful as the day before.

Most of it is a blur, but Johann and I somehow communicated and agreed to meet to go to the beach. I don’t know what I told my mother, but I managed for her to drop me at the ship.

From there, Johann, a colleague of his, and I took a cab to one of the many beaches in the area, about 20 minutes away. I wanted to go away from the area as much as possible hoping not to come across anyone I knew.

I don’t think I saw anyone known. I probably kept the clothes covering my bathing suit on, as I felt awkward with my body back then, and didn’t want to expose too much to two guys I barely knew. Besides that, we all had a great time.

Regarding getting back home, I know we all took another cab and guess it dropped me home first. It was probably then when I had to say good-bye. I’m sure I gave him a big hug, thanked him for all his attentions and wished him well. I probably held back on crying because I felt I would never see him again.

The ship was scheduled to leave the next day (Monday) while I was still in school.

I know I was distracted from my work, wishing I could just get there before it left. Like any teenager, I probably ran the idea like a classic scene from a romantic movie, which would go like this:

I would get to the ship last minute with my friends the day I met him, just when the ropes were being untied and the horns were rang announcing its departure.

Among all the noise, I asked someone to find Johann. He would rush out and find a way to step off the ship. We would then hug and kiss, with everyone else cheering and clapping for us.

While we still embraced, I will tell him to his ear, ‘I will never forget you’.

Johann would jump back to the ship and would stay there looking at me until he was gone. I would wave good-bye and cry. My friends would gather around to comfort me.

But, no, all I could do was sit on my third floor classroom and look out the window to the horizon. He was on my mind the whole day and wondered if he did the same.

It may have been a 3-day experience, but it was definitely one that has never repeated.

After that day, my life went back to the usual, but now waiting for the next chapter of it, if there was going to be one.

All right, time to check the mail!



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