It sometimes amazes me how life plays silly tricks on me.
Monday afternoon I was driving home from work when suddenly, out of nowhere, I started to think about this guy I had dated on and off for a few years. It had been a while since I'd heard from him (it was those types of relationships where we both knew it didn't have a future), but somehow I have never been able to get him off my mind completely. He's a great guy and eventhough he has his flaws (as I do), in some aspects he treated me like no other man has. He, of course, was younger than me, and he said that was one of the reasons we couldn't "officially" be together (although the age difference was no problem for my last boyfriend, who was actually younger than him by a few months), and our "relationship" had its ups and downs. Last time I spoke to him (a few months ago), I told him I loved him (he told me first), and that was it... the "relationship" was doomed. You know me and my fear of commitment. If there are feelings involved, I pack my things and leave.
Now, please don't judge me. He had all the requisites for me to actually fall in love with him, but there was this huge space between us... one we could never overcome. We had made it perfectly clear we didn't want to make our "thing" something more than that, yet somehow we kept on giving each other different signals.. I dunno...
The thing is our "relationship" (either because of him or because of me) would never evolve into something else. He gave it all his best, but I admit I always pulled back. He called and called and I was, for one reason or another, unavailable, physically and emotionally. We both had things we needed to improve, but I always thought (and sadly still do) it was not worth it since we were going nowhere.
Anyways, back to Monday. I spent all day Monday thinking about him, specially after I read about him on another Dominican blog. Yep, there is a Dominican blogger that is actually a very close friend of his, and he writes about him on a regular basis and about the parties and the fun they have together. He has even posted pictures of him every once in a while. Of course, that blogger doesn't know me, he doesn't know I know his friend or that we actually had a VERY LONG relationship (we actually went out for a few years, but we managed to never be seen together in public, at least not as dates or a couple).
Come Tuesday afternoon and I was driving down to Gazcue to go get my computer (which wasn't ready by the way ARGH!), when my cellphone rings. IT WAS HIM! OMG! My heart just stopped! He was a couple of cars behind me and he was calling to know how I was. We couldn't speak long because there were AMET officers around and I wasn't wearing my headset, but he managed to pull up and we exchanged a few words while waiting for the traffic light to turn to green.
Apparently he's doing good for himself. He finished college (yes, he is THAT young but I don't care), he has a new job and bought himself a new car. He looked happy and calm. AND HE WAS WEARING AN ORANGE SHIRT! DEAR GOD!
What can I say? I know we're not together and we probably never will, but you will always hold a very special place in my heart. And (now, this is very hard for me to say, but)...
I LOVE YOU, BABE!
From left to right: (starting with the first pink shirt) Sarah, my cousin Fausto's wife, Silvia, tía Milita, tío Guillermo, my brother Chachi, María Eugenia and Gabriel.
Not only did they go to the doctor's, they also visited my aunt (my mom's sister) and her family. My uncle and my cousin are the best dermatologists in the whole State of Ohio, so if you ever develop a rash or a ñáñara and are in the Ohio area, don't hesitate to visit them...
