I hadn’t heard from Allen since that fateful day in New York City. While I was grateful that he was finally keeping his distance, I knew that he hadn’t given up. And I knew what this news was going to do to him. Even though I knew Mario wasn’t going to thrilled with my decision, I knew that, after everything Allen and I had been through, he deserved to hear the news from me.
The question was, how in the world was I going to tell him? Even though I no longer had any romantic feelings toward Allen, I was grateful for the relationship that we had shared. I still believed that he was a great guy and had no desire to hurt him. And this was going to hurt.
Finally, I picked up the phone. I still didn’t know what I was going to say, but if I wanted to tell him tonight, time was running out. I just prayed that the right words would come.
Allen answered after the second ring. A note of surprise was in his voice as he said hello. After a few moments of pleasantries, I took a deep breath.
“Allen, I have something that I need to tell you.”
I stopped. Wait, what?
I could hear him let out a big breath.
“I figured as much.”
“I’m sorry Allen. But I wanted you to hear it from me and not through the grapevine.”
“I appreciate it.”
Another deep breath. And then, quietly,
“I’m happy for you. Really. I just want you to be happy.”
I softly thanked him, said my goodbyes and hung up. Letting out a huge sigh of relief, I fell back onto my bed. Lifting my hand, I stared at my ring as my thoughts drifted to the man who was, at that moment, high in the sky. I couldn’t wait to talk to him again.