You wanted more and I couldn’t give it to you. I was seeking love, romance, and someone I could be committed to. You simply saw me as a “one-night stand.” Someone you enjoyed being with for an hour, a night, or just one day in the life of two ships like us meeting briefly on a night at sea.
Sea? Hell, we met at a protest of the Limerick power plant outside, Pottstown, PA, some 30 years ago. I was covering the story for the newspaper and we hit it off when I quoted you as a lead protester and got your home phone. I called. You answered the questions I had and then we got together.
You were very sexy, in a hippie sort of a way, if you know what I mean. You were care-free, open and full of laughter in a devil-may care attitude.
I loved being with you!
I was hurting from a divorce after eight years of marriage. I had found solace in an ashram where I tried to learn to mediate and began to follow a guru from India. I sought the love and compassion I believe I could find in the embrace of a good woman.
Sex was good. No it was more than that. It was fulfilling, rich and complete. I didn’t know how much I needed the love I thought came from our coupling. But, it was not to be. I was nothing you had ever wanted as a companion. A Vietnam veteran. Someone who didn’t resist the war, but fought in it. A man with a job with the media, quoting the rich spokesmen for Philadelphia Electric Co. who decided what information to flood the news outlets with. I was part of the establishment, someone you could not relate to or possibly trust to be a lover.
No, I was not what you were looking for.
Not then, But, what about now?
We met again just a week ago. You messaged me that we had dated. I recalled what we meant to each other only today.
And now, I will not rest until I can see you again. See you in a new beginning for a relationship that could last more than an hour, a night or a day in the life of you and me.
Thanks, Mary Catherine. I’ll see you soon!