Wendy Lane by Mario Kresnadi (best mobile ebook reader txt) 📖

But really, wishing this was just a pipe dream. Everything seemed to move slowly that a few seconds seemed like years.

She was remained cool. She acted like nothing had ever happened. She never let anyone spoil a good time. She smoothly took the situation under control, changed the subject, talked about her stuff, told a funny story about people trying too hard to be somebody else, and a funnier story about people who forgot about their mojo.

I was acknowledged in entirety. My presence, my mistakes, my strengths. I glanced at the caterpillar in the painting. Everyone had their unique weaknesses, as much as their unique strengths. I realised that everyone was truly special in their own way.

We left the café fifteen minutes later. I accompanied her, or she allowed me to accompany her to the Philately Expo. We spent the rest of the afternoon together. All good.

Since then we never saw each other again.

Years passed. Ten years passed. 20 years passed before we found each other again, thanks to Facebook.

She now lived somewhere in the States. Columbus, Ohio. She was married with children as I far as I could tell from the photos she posted. I am too, married. We were Facebooking, I liked her posts, I commented on them occasionally, and she did the same. We both genuinely want to meet each other one day.

Recently I found out that she was terminal ill. I saw someone’s post about her in a hospital. I PM’ed what happened; she opened up her secret. She said that her condition was chronic. It had been lingering for years and she had been on an on-going treatment forever. I hadn’t known about this.

She convinced me that the disease won’t kill her and instead she would be well one day. She was winning. That was her word. But I knew, that was just her. She would always keep everything to herself, and be positive about anything. I had heard about the power of mind, that just by being positive, one could cure any disease. I hope that was true. I wished I could be as positive as her, but honestly, I didn’t know if we could actually ever meet again. Would we have any time to meet again? Or would it be just a wishful thinking?

 

 

 

 

 

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Publication Date: 11-15-2012

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