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Background:
About fifteen years ago a good friend of mine who I raced motorcycles with every weekend up on Los Angeles crest highway early in the morning on the weekends had a cousin from Mexico come up here to attend one of our colleges as part of the education she was taking.
Anyway, she and I shortly afterward got together and went steady with each other for about the two years she was up here. During those two years we both fell in love with each other and of course after a while talked about her staying and the two of us getting married. Of course I've dated other gals before I had met her, but, my feelings for her were much stronger by far than anyone else I ever had feelings for. I loved her very much.
So one day, as bad luck would have it, during one of her phone calls with her folks in Mexico I noticed her crying. She wouldn't tell me why at first. In hind sight I think she was pondering disobeying her father. Anyway, for about week I could tell she had something bothering her and I began to sense what was about to come. I thought that if I just pretended everything was normal whatever it was that bothering her would just work itself out. But it wasn't, so, I had to ask her if she was ok or was there something wrong. Then came one of the worse things I didn't wish to hear.
She explained to me that her father didn't want us together and wanted her to go back home, that he had spent a lot of money for her education to help out the small family farm their family owned and that she just couldn't go against her father and what she felt would be going against her family. Throughout the next week after that, before her flight back to Mexico, we both would cry during quiet moments with each other. Walking away inside the airport on that day was still to this day (I am almost 44yrs old now) the hardest thing I ever had to do. It took everything I had to keep my outward appearance at least somewhat normal, but, inside, my feelings were devastated.
It took about two years after that for me to heal enough to even consider the idea of going with someone to a movie or dinner. After some time, on occasion, I managed to go out on a date with someone, but, I never was able to get any feelings beyond just good friends with anyone else. Over the years of going out on an occasional date here and there I developed the mindset that I was just as comfortable with the thought of being single I was with the thought of being with someone.
After just a few years of her having to return to Mexico, sadly because of the way it is still very conservative socially in Mexico I had to completely let her go because I knew if I didn't it would likely cause her problems with someone else she might meet. Plus I know it would had bothered her father. It is still very difficult for women in most places throughout Mexico.
Present time:
During the fifteen years after Monica had to return to Mexico I would on occasion look at photographs of her. I never forgot about her and I've always loved her. Not in an obsessed kind of way, just as a pleasant memory of someone who I've always loved ever since. I have an iPod-touch since back when they first came out, and on it I have pictures of my family and friends. I also have the pictures of her and us. And again, on occasion when I would look at my pictures I'd also enjoy looking at the pictures of her and remember the pleasant memories I have, and also of course hope she was happy. And I have to admit even this many years later I sometimes would get a few tears then I'd have to straighten up and refocus my mind.
Enter my sister-in-law. My little brother's wife last year bothered me about making a Facebook account and so I made one, but, never paid any attention to it after that. So after about a year of creating a Facebook account and not paying anymore attention to it my sister-in-law gets on me as to why I don't do anything with my Facebook account. So because I love my little brother and my sister-in-law, I log back on to my Facebook and fill in some details about myself and add some pictures. A couple of those pictures were a couple of my favorite of Monica.
After that for about three months I kinda again paid no attention to Facebook, but, because I noticed most all my family members (including my half brothers and sister) were all on Facebook I decided to read and see the posts they were posting.
This time when I logged on I noticed like a couple of dozen messages for me and they were from my friend I lost touch with. They were from Monica's cousin, the one I used to go racing motorcycles with all the time. Wow I thought this is great because years ago I tried to get back in touch with but he and everyone else in his family had moved and there was just no way I could find him.
Then comes the biggest shock I've ever had in my life. He tells me that after he noticed it was me who had made a Facebook account (because of the photos and information I added later) he informed Monica about it and that she's dying for me to contact her. So you can imagine I like burst into tears and about fell out of my chair. I come to find out that for the last four years she was asking her cousin about me. Like has he found out where I am now and stuff like that. But before Facebook there was simply just no way for us to connect.
Metaphysics:
So now that me and Monica are once again back together (for good) I come to find out that she has a friend who is into the metaphysical like I am. And for several years had been telling Monica that metaphysically there's someone out there with a very powerful mind who loves you, but, by this time Monica didn't have any idea of who her friend was talking about. She said she never forgot about me neither, but, after all these years and thousands of miles away it never dawned on her that her friend was picking up on me. Now here's comes the real interesting part. Remember how I mentioned I had loaded pictures of her on my iPod and would on occasion look at them? Well of course a lot of emotions would intensify in me whenever I would do this and I never looked at them with anyone around. Whenever I did it was only when I was by myself so there wouldn't be any distractions.
Anyway, Without mentioning anything about this to Monica and shortly after we got into contact with each other again, but, also, before actually physically meeting each other again (we were video conferencing) so there's no way she could have known. Anyway, one of the conversations gets into my studies and participation in astral projection and Shamanism. A light bulb goes off inside her and she gets this wide eyed look on her face causing her to ask me a few questions. She mentions to me about this friend of hers (the one into metaphysics) and one of the things she asks me is if whether or not I have a blackberry or iPod like device with old pictures of her on it. I said yes. Then we about both fell over with shock because one of the things her friend had mentioned before was that this person had photos of Monica on an iPod or blackberry type device and would look at them with intense feelings.
Wow!! Isn't that just incredible? I mean if that isn't proof of the metaphysical I don't know what else could.
Anyway I just wanted to share this.
Peace,
Xicano
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