Dear Blog
The oddest thing happened today. I ran into Daniel Gregory.
My ex-boyfriend.
Here is a small secret: Daniel and I were dating for a month then Gerard proposed. No one knew we were dating; I had planned on telling Gerard when I saw him at Christmas. But then he asked me to help him secure his job by getting engaged.
Daniel and I got along very well, he was like a knight in shinny armor, but my heart was Gerard’s above anyone else’s. I met with Daniel after New Years and we had coffee. I didn’t give him the exact reason why I wanted to end it, I just told him I felt like I wasn’t into the relationship as serious as he was. I played the villain. He didn’t buy it. He tried fighting back, tried getting me to reconsider, but I couldn’t. I love Gerard and I’ve known him longer. I owe my friendship more to Gerard than to Daniel.
I remember the moment that I was breaking up with Daniel, Gerard called me on my cel-phone to tell me that his boss told him he was getting the job. I was happy for him; things were working out for him perfectly. I took it as a sign that I had to take the “fiancée” thing with Gerard seriously.
It broke my heart to see Daniel blame himself for having the relationship go astray so soon as so fast. I tried telling him that I was to blame, but he didn’t believe me. I knew I couldn’t tell him the real reason for the breakup. If I told him, he might go off and tell someone else. My engagement with Gerard had to be a secret.
After the coffee shop I hadn’t seen Daniel until now… We ran into each other at the mall. I was getting some new black high heels when I saw him standing across the store looking at a shirt. We stared at each other for a few seconds before embracing.
We talked for a few minutes before realizing that we had too much to catch up on. We went to the food court and had lunch.
“I can’t believe I’m running into you like this.” He said.
“Neither can I. How have you been? What have you been up to?”
“I am great. I’m going on an exchange program in January to Paris. So I’m just dealing with the final official documents.”
“Wow, Paris? Why Paris?”
“Last semester I met a girl from Paris. We’ve been dating for about six months now, but she goes back home in December. I am going with her. I’ll do a semester over there and then we’ll see what happens.”
“That is romantic! Oh, I wish you the best.”
“What is new with you? I heard about your last novel. Are you writing again?”
“I am still writing, but not as much as I’d like to. I am actually getting married in December.”
“You are getting married? Well congratulations! Who’s the lucky fellow?”
“Gerard Valdespino.”
“Gerry? Are you serious?” he laughed, but stopped when he realized I was serious. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. I just… I always assumed Gerry was gay.”
I smiled and shook my head. “You know me. I can turn any guy straight.”
He laughed and congratulated me again. “So when is the wedding?”
“December 15th at our Lady of Guadalupe church. You are invited to come of course.”
“I would love to come, Dessy, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to. I’ll be out of town from the 13th of December until the 18th.
We talked for a long time and caught up on lost time. I remember the feeling of being with him. I remembered what it was like the short time we were together. I wonder if I didn’t make a mistake by not telling Gerard that I was dating someone when he asked me. I know deep down that Daniel and I would have fallen apart sooner or later. I don’t regret the decision I took. I regret falling out of touch with Daniel…
As awkward as the meeting could have been, he made it fun. I am glad we had a chance to talk today.
Till next time.
Desirae
Some diary entry parts have been edited, removed or slightly changed so that I may keep some privacy. Nevertheless don’t doubt that much of what is written here is 95% in it’s original form.
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