“Our hearts are not stones. A stone may disintegrate in time and lose its outward form. But hearts never disintegrate. They have no outward form, and whether good or evil, we can always communicate them to one another.” ―
and then there were none…
Date update: The Renter is history. After saying he would never go silent again, he did. I let it go. I know that if I said hello he would start chatting again, but what is the point? He is clearly not interested and by now neither am I.
The Swiss is also making it clear that he is not interested. He will respond if I reach out but he is never the one to make contact anymore. I lost interest in even trying to cultivate a friendship.
“A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.” ―
That brings me to The Enigma. After showering me with poems, songs, and tons of promises of an amazing fairytale, I noticed some distance in the communication. I reached out a couple of times, but then decided to let it go and see what would happen.
After 2 days of silence I got the below text. After some reflection I replied 1 hour later.
“I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness.
All seems beautiful to me.
Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me;
Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and shall bless me.”
What am I supposed to respond? Of course I wanted details. I also wanted to help him. But at this point it seems the Universe if giving me an out so I better take it and don’t question it.
I guess by now, after years of online dating, nothing should surprise me anymore, but people always do. His text was baffling. I knew he was dealing with a painful leg injury. He was shot in an attempted robbery last year. But apparently there is much more than that. What happened to all the promises of a beautiful relationship?
Some of what he had told me was hard for me to belief because it was so foreign to my simple 9 to 5 work life. It seemed the stuff that war and spy movies are made of. At one point I mentioned to him that his stories seemed fake, and if they were true that I didn’t know if I could handle it. Every time we spoke I bombarded him with questions. I wanted to understand what was in store if we embarked in a future together. Perhaps he got tired of the interrogation even though he said he was an open book and seemed to welcome all my questions.
“You know there’s no such thing as a complete lie. There’s always some truth in there.” ―
He said that he had been in some war conflicts, even getting shot and saving someone’s life by carrying them to safety. He mentioned being part of a Ranger Regiment. He said that he was currently involved in strategy with a mercenary company in Russia. He is partners in dozens of businesses in the US and a couple overseas. There was a lot he mentioned but I rather keep things somewhat vague here, so I am leaving off the actual names of the companies and certain specific details.
He had also been a teacher, ran free medical clinics, volunteered at pet shelters, paid for college for a few students, paid for prison commissary for others, among other various things. He seemed to have lived so many lives. It was hard not be in awe.
He never seemed annoyed and always seemed willing to try to explain his world to me. He wanted to assure me that I had no reason to fear him. He sent me links to news writings and YouTube videos about the military companies in Russia he was currently involved in and the Ranger Regiments he had been in.
Some of the information he sent me did demystify some aspects of it while others made me even more concerned.
“Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.” ―
He said he was planning to go back to school next year and complete another degree. He said he wanted to leave the past behind and that made me happy.
I still think that he was a nice person with a good heart. I never met anyone so caring and that acted so gentlemanly towards me. I will miss the smart conversations and the infinite possibilities that being with him held. I never met anyone so knowledgeable about everything, specially history, art and literature.
I spent some time trying to understand the meaning of his text but some things I will never understand, He could have called me. I would not have talked him out of anything. We talked about being friends no matter what. It is disappointing that it ends with a text. I guess he will forever be The Enigma. I will never know if the things that he has told me were true or perhaps just an exaggeration.
I owe him and the Universe a huge thanks for making the situation clear cut for me. I no longer have to decide if I can or cannot handle his past and whatever issues he has. I chose kindness with my reply and I believe in my heart that he chose kindness with his text.
I will miss feeling like a muse and princess. And the search for my prince continues…
“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.” ―