The Crush

The Crush from the past e-mailed again. It is rather funny and interesting. He apparently even tried to contact me through the Khasakstani consulate and the newspapers in the Old Country a while back. I am glad he never could contact me because "mother" had a jealous streak and would have thrown a fit. He remembered that I called him once - way back - like forty years ago. That would have been before I knew "mother" but I remembered that it was he who called me this one time before my trail went cold. I was unhappy and hurt because he had broken up with me and he was unhappy that he had to break up with me because my father and brother apparently threatened him. Well, that was news to me but rings true. On the rebound both of us ended up with wrong partners. He got divorced. I got divorced. Later I met "mother" who madly had fallen in love me me but it took me some time to reciprocate. I was older and wiser and was not seventeen any longer. The crush times were over for me.