So, it has finally happened
Like in the Bryan Adams song - Cloud Number Nine
Clue number one, was when you knocked on my door;
Clue number two, was the look that you wore;
And that's when I knew, it was a pretty good sign;
That something was wrong up on cloud number nine.
When I saw Roman yesterday, I felt quite similar to that. I shall explain in more detail.
I was at the library yesterday, since I did not have internet access at home. Since I also needed to run a few errands downtown, I decided that I would go to the library and use the internet, and then run the errands, and then go back home. Actually, I was downtown because I went to the YMCA, thinking that there was going to be an aerobics class that I could sit in on, to see how it's run, as I'm taking it over in September. But, it turns out that there was no class, so I was lounging around downtown for a bit. (I bumped into Claude unexpectedly, which made me smile and happy. I believe I was perky for a bit.)
While I was at the library, I was able to use the internet and log into Messenger. Roman then messaged me, and when I asked him if he were free (because I wanted to know if he had free time to go and see the parade - it was Divers Cité - Montreal gay pride last night) At this moment, he said that he was, and that he really needed to talk to someone. When I heard this, I was thinking. "Oh dear... Something horrible has happened. Something bad must have happened between him and Patrick."
And sure enough, when we met for food, he told me that Patrick dumped him. Patrick basically told Roman to get out of his life. I also kind of figured this, since when I saw Roman, he had that sad look in his face. However, I guess the combination of dating someone who is still in his teens (Patrick was 18, possibly 17 or 19), and someone who is still dealing with his sexuality (i.e. still in the closet) and someone who doesn't know what he wants (possibly a combination of the two factors above) is a deadly combination. I would even daresay more deadly than a doggie that has ingested a huge amount of chocolate.
Granted, I do believe that forcing Patrick to come out of the closet was a bit selfish of him, and even though he claims to me that he wanted to help Patrick, and then in the end, if it benefited him, then it was great (which I think it's also selfish). I believe that in a relationship, if you are doing something for someone, you should not hope that there are benefits for you to reep afterwards. But perhaps this is just my vision of an idealistic concept, and that in reality, things do not end up being like that.
And of course, I realize that Roman is probably feeling a bit of heartache, and he told me that if Patrick ever realizes that he made a mistake, he would take him back. As well, he said all the love songs on the radio really bug him.
At this point, I just wanted to throw up the breakfast I just had. You find a way to deal with your heartache, you get over it. I mean, I did. I got over Roman, and sure I cried, I listened to a lot of music that trashed men, but I got over it. And in regards to taking men back... I don't. In the words of my friend Laura regarding her ex: "If he moved out of his trashy place, and got a new job, and went back to finish his high school then maybe, maybe we can do dinner." You get one chance with my heart, so don't screw with it.
I suppose it's natural to feel that if the person made a mistake, you'd take them back. I mean, after all, I felt like that with Roman for a bit. However, I gradually realized that it was not meant to be, and I just gave up hope. So, perhaps he'll do the same. I don't know, since I am not him. It's never nice to feel heartbreak, so I hope that he gets over his own feelings and/or demons as soon as possible. Maybe I should recommend the book Against Love: A Polemic to him, for him to read.
Wow, what goes around, comes around, I guess.