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I Remember You (Part 2)

September 30, 2010 in Love, Personal, religion

In the winter of 1988, the school where all the teenagers lived was closed and half were reassigned to one city in Mexico and the other half to another.  The Canadian, however, was sent by train to Canada to renew his visa.  When he returned, he and I were among the only teenagers remaining in all three schools in Monterrey.  I was thrilled and terrified.  It meant when I saw him, which was much more often, I would be expected to interact and to speak.  There were no more crowds of people our age in which to get lost.

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I Remember You (Part 2)

September 30, 2010 in Love, Personal, religion

In the winter of 1988, the school where all the teenagers lived was closed and half were reassigned to one city in Mexico and the other half to another.  The Canadian, however, was sent by train to Canada to renew his visa.  When he returned, he and I were among the only teenagers remaining in all three schools in Monterrey.  I was thrilled and terrified.  It meant when I saw him, which was much more often, I would be expected to interact and to speak.  There were no more crowds of people our age in which to get lost.

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I Remember You (Part 2)

September 30, 2010 in Love, Personal, religion

In the winter of 1988, the school where all the teenagers lived was closed and half were reassigned to one city in Mexico and the other half to another.  The Canadian, however, was sent by train to Canada to renew his visa.  When he returned, he and I were among the only teenagers remaining in all three schools in Monterrey.  I was thrilled and terrified.  It meant when I saw him, which was much more often, I would be expected to interact and to speak.  There were no more crowds of people our age in which to get lost.

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I Remember You (Part 2)

September 30, 2010 in Love, Personal, religion

In the winter of 1988, the school where all the teenagers lived was closed and half were reassigned to one city in Mexico and the other half to another.  The Canadian, however, was sent by train to Canada to renew his visa.  When he returned, he and I were among the only teenagers remaining in all three schools in Monterrey.  I was thrilled and terrified.  It meant when I saw him, which was much more often, I would be expected to interact and to speak.  There were no more crowds of people our age in which to get lost.

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I Remember You (Part 2)

September 30, 2010 in Love, Personal, religion

In the winter of 1988, the school where all the teenagers lived was closed and half were reassigned to one city in Mexico and the other half to another.  The Canadian, however, was sent by train to Canada to renew his visa.  When he returned, he and I were among the only teenagers remaining in all three schools in Monterrey.  I was thrilled and terrified.  It meant when I saw him, which was much more often, I would be expected to interact and to speak.  There were no more crowds of people our age in which to get lost.

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I Remember You (Part 2)

September 30, 2010 in Love, Personal, religion

In the winter of 1988, the school where all the teenagers lived was closed and half were reassigned to one city in Mexico and the other half to another.  The Canadian, however, was sent by train to Canada to renew his visa.  When he returned, he and I were among the only teenagers remaining in all three schools in Monterrey.  I was thrilled and terrified.  It meant when I saw him, which was much more often, I would be expected to interact and to speak.  There were no more crowds of people our age in which to get lost.

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I Remember You (Part 2)

September 30, 2010 in Love, Personal, religion

In the winter of 1988, the school where all the teenagers lived was closed and half were reassigned to one city in Mexico and the other half to another.  The Canadian, however, was sent by train to Canada to renew his visa.  When he returned, he and I were among the only teenagers remaining in all three schools in Monterrey.  I was thrilled and terrified.  It meant when I saw him, which was much more often, I would be expected to interact and to speak.  There were no more crowds of people our age in which to get lost.

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I Remember You (Part 1)

September 28, 2010 in Love, Personal, religion

These new Facebook features are such a double-edged sword. I cannot remain completely anonymous anymore. But then, neither can he. A friend of mine friended a friend of his Monday night, and I saw it in my live feed. With not much else to do, I had a look. After 21 years of occasionally wondering what had become of him, there he was, six children, two wives, four languages and a lifetime in South America later.

Of course, he would have done well.  He had so much to give.  A bug light on a Louisiana night when it came to love.  I wonder, though, if he had any thought of me, what he’d given me, how long it lasted.  How he carved his name with a whisper deeply in a compartment of my heart on my last innocent night, and how my chest throbbed as I struggled to breathe when he touched me.


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I Remember You (Part 1)

September 28, 2010 in Love, Personal, religion

These new Facebook features are such a double-edged sword. I cannot remain completely anonymous anymore. But then, neither can he. A friend of mine friended a friend of his Monday night, and I saw it in my live feed. With not much else to do, I had a look. After 21 years of occasionally wondering what had become of him, there he was, six children, two wives, four languages and a lifetime in South America later.

Of course, he would have done well.  He had so much to give.  A bug light on a Louisiana night when it came to love.  I wonder, though, if he had any thought of me, what he’d given me, how long it lasted.  How he carved his name with a whisper deeply in a compartment of my heart on my last innocent night, and how my chest throbbed as I struggled to breathe when he touched me.


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