So today I had a conversation with my ex-boyfriend.It was about how we were going to handle the biggest event of the summer.
He's married now, of course, and she doesn't want to meet me.
I don't blame her.
It's not like we have anything against each other (at least that is what I'd hope), but there are just some situations where everybody being friends is not necessary. And this is one of them.
I respect his marriage, and that is pretty much why I said good-bye to him and our friendship as soon as he started dating her last year. I guess people know it when they've found the one, and I could hear it in his voice way before he even knew it. So I curtsied and exited stage left before the curtain closed.
So today he was asked if I was going, and of course I said yes. I had bought my ticket two months ago.OK, then, he wouldn't go.
But this broke my heart because I knew the sacrifice he would be making. It's something both of us look forward to every summer.
For a fleeting moment, I wondered if I should suggest that he take the even years and I'll take the odd.
But then we decided that we both should go. And so I told him that I could pretend to be a stranger. If we saw each other, we'd look away, we promised.
But forget it. If my eyes meet his, I will smile. And I will wave from a distance. And that is all.
