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2024-12-31 06:03:45That first year, I traveled and got reacquainted with New York and old friends.
The second year, I bumped into an old college classmate leaving the gym one day. Tyler Momoa was a recently retired professional football player. He owned the gym and a couple of others. He is half black and half Samoan with a huge loving family that instantly embraced me.
Tyler, from the very beginning, was overprotective of me, generous, loving, patient and considerate. He even confessed he had a crush on me in college but was scared to tell me. Since he was told by my old roommate, I don’t date athletes. She hadn’t lied to him.
We dated for two years before he proposal on the 4th of July in front of family and friends. I was overjoyed to be planning my future with him.
However, all that Independence Day and the week that followed, I couldn’t shake the feeling I was being watched. I would observe my surroundings, but nothing seemed out of place. No one seemed to be following me.
Finally, one day, I was walking into the mall to have lunch with my girls and watch a movie with them.
When Dylan appeared in front of me, opening the door. I froze, unable to move or speak. I didn’t know whether he wanted to kill me or beg for my forgiveness again.
He quickly said, “I just came to say I am sorry for everything! I still love you! I know the failure of our marriage was my fault, all mine! My first girlfriend killed herself due to family drama! I had always blamed myself, even those I was only a kid…myself in high school! So, when your sister started talking about killing herself. I wanted desperately to fix everything! I overlooked so many signs that they weren’t sincere in their intentions to the point it put you in danger! I just want another chance! Please let me prove I really am a good man. The man you fell in love with all those years ago!”
“Have you been following me?” I asked him, looking around.
“Yes!” He replied to me nervously.
“So, you know I am engaged, and I am truly happy! I don’t love you anymore! All the love I had for you died on that mountain in Colorado! There will never be another you and I! Leave me alone! I don’t hate you! I just don’t want you in my life anymore, not even as a friend! You broke my heart!” I confessed to him as I looked deep into his eyes so he could see and feel my sincerity. I felt my face become wet from the tears sliding down.
“I am so sorry! If you give me another chance! I promise I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you!” He pleaded with me, dropping on one knee and taking my hand in his.
“Don’t make this harder than what it must be for us! Go find happiness and love with someone else! I truly wanted you to be happy and move on….. just not with me! Don’t make me call your father or the federal government and report the fact you are stalking me!” I responded, growing increasingly angrier and angrier with him every second that passed by.
Where was all this energy and love for me on that mountain? I asked myself, refusing to give into his demand to be a couple again.
“Wow! Would you really report me just to get away from me?” He asked me in total shock as he dropped my hand and stood up. Gone was the girl that lived to please him and followed his every order faithfully. My family had been the only issue I had pushed back on.
“Yes! So don’t force my hand! I am finally happy again! I have made peace with my past, so go away!” I answered firmly.
“Goodbye, my love! I won’t bother you again! Just know if you ever change your mind, I am a phone call away!” He voiced in the most saddest tone I had ever heard him use in my life.
I stood there as the rain came down as he slowly walked out of sight.
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