Rayzor’s Romances: Ellen, Za German (part 3)

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DISCLAIMER: You know the rules, I once again changed the name of the girl to protect her identity.  Although the title kind of gives her away.  Of course as I said in the first two parts, I talked to Ellen and she is ok and agrees our history together should be told.

With Ellen’s final days coming, we decided to wait and she would go to Florida.  It made more sense.  When David came, he was like a non taking 3rd wheel, who went everywhere with us.  He also had this terrible body odor that I just couldn’t handle.

One night we went to the local pool hall, which was a normal thing for us on a Saturday night.  We ran into a girl I was once in to, let’s call her Skeletor.  Skeletor was super jealous that Ellen and I were so in love that she had to try and break it up.  She could speak Spanish and would talk to David.  She pulled me aside to tell me Ellen and David were “fucking”. I laughed it off and thought, that is not Ellen style.  But Skeletor persisted and I had to raise my voice and tell her to leave us alone.  But it made matters worse.  Skeletor didn’t go, she got drunk and continued to talk about them sleeping together and then she openly flirted with me.  She came over to hug me, I grabbed her arm and told her, “you had your chance.”

Skeletor laughed it off and acted like I was the problem.  We eventually left and Ellen asked me what happened.  I just came out and told her, “Skeletor told me you’re sleeping with David and I just think she is jealous of us.”

With that drama behind us, we moved on, she spent her final night in town at my house.  I held her and when it was time to go, we promised to keep in contact, no matter what.  She left for Florida and I was devastated.  I was young, but I knew my feelings were true.  I went out and bought a bunch of things, I stress shop…yeah.

It took a few days, but I finally heard from her and she told me the new host family was strict about the phone and we wouldn’t be able to talk much.  One of the worst parts, we had no house phone and the cell service was so bad, almost not usable.  We wrote letters back and forth and it seemed like we drifted a little.  My friends were there for me all summer, we had a good summer.  We met new girls and I probably could have had a chance to date a few, but I believed in Ellen and I.  It was tough being away from her and by August, I feared it was over and I’d never see her again.  I knew in September she was going back to Germany.  I thought it was over.

September 2001

I get a call from Ellen telling me she will be flying back to Germany on September 11th.  But before, she was coming to stay with me for a week.  I was beside myself with happiness.  I would get one last chance to be with her before she went back to Germany for a long time, possibly forever.

She came back September 4th and it was a Monday, I worked overnight on Sunday and had to go out to the airport to pick her up around 9 am.  It was taxing on me, but it didn’t matter.  I will never forget the embrace when we finally saw each other.  I realized the pains of being apart took a toll on the both of us.

When we got back to town we hung out and both of us were tired, so we napped.  We met up with friends so everyone could see her, she was friends with all of my friends.  Before I had to work another overnight shift on Monday, we planned out the week to see what she wanted to do.  It was amazing how much we could do without spending a single dime.  It was just so nice to have her around.  When I got off work Tuesday morning, I was with her for the rest of the week and we got to see how life would be if we lived together.  We showered together, slept together and it didn’t get old.  I do think it was in part to knowing this would end.

Over the course of the week, it was clear to me, I loved her and wanted to be with her.  But for her, I think it was our “Swan Song”.  One last time together before we moved on with our lives.  Then details of the week will remain with me, I will not share what happened between us, but it was wonderful.

September 9th, she boarded a plane back to Florida, her flight home to Germany was Tuesday out of Boston on September 11th 2001.  My drive home was rough, I remember listening to the St. Louis Rams vs Philadelphia Eagles on the radio and trying to not cry.  Ellen was gone and I had a gut feeling, I’d never see her again.  It has been true so far.

The following day, she called me and we talked a little and she sounded like there was hope for us,  a future.  In my mind it was over, but I decided to try to stay strong and she told me next time we’d talk, she would be in Germany.

Today’s song, let’s just say that at one point I was sure Ellen and I were getting married.

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