Hi Guys/Girls:
I was 19 when I started to explore my sexuality and realized I preferred men over women. I am 26 years old now.
While I was 19, I had met and dated three men. The last one was the one who I felt I cared about the most. He was 27 at the time so there was a few years age difference between us.
We dated for about 6 months and everthing seemed great. We had common interests and goals. We never fought. I thought the world of him and I assumed he felt the same; well at least to that point he never gave me a reason to think so otherwise.
The last time I saw him as a couple, I was leaving his house. He asked me to call him when I got home to make sure I was okay and to discuss our plans for later that evening. We were going to a party with mutual friends. Nothing out of the usual that day and he held on to me like he always did telling me he didn't want me to leave his sight...... (That was his way of telling me he cared)
I lived about 40 minutes away from him. When I got home, as promised, I called him to let him know I was okay. I left him a voicemail letting him know I came home in one piece. I didn't think much of it because he lived up in the Foothills where cellular/PCS reception was awful and calls going straight to voicemail were not uncommon back then. Those of you who are long time Sprint users know what I'm talking about. LOL..
Needless to say, he never called me back. Still, I took a shower, got dressed and proceeded to go to his house to pick him up so we could to to the party together. I get to his house and knock on the door. No answer. I see lights on but I hear nothing. He usually parked his car in the garage so I didn't assume that he was gone if there was no car in the driveway. After knocking on a few windows and checking the back door, I decided to go back to my car and wait. I kept trying to call him on my cell but my calls wouldn't go through due to poor PCS service.
After waiting for an hour, I called my friend who was throwing the party we were supposed to go together to and he said my BF had called earlier and advised him he wasn't going for personal reasons.
Okay so he called the host of the party to cancel, but didn't care to let me know? I thought it was a little strange. Still, being so young and trusting, I always gave the people I cared about the benefit of the doubt not believing he'd purposely avoid contact with me.
So I decided to drive back to my apartment and called my BF once I got back in area with good PCS signal. I left a voicemail stating I was a little concerned about him and hoped he'd call me later for clarification on what happened.
As you can probably guess by now, I never did get a callback. Over the duration of that month, I attempted to get a hold of him to no avail.
Three years later, I was dating a girl>> YES A GIRL<<... I was in line with her about to order tickets for a movie when I saw him walking out of the theatre holding hands with some gorgeous blonde girl of his own. When he saw me, he almost tripped on the sidewalk; and with sad eyes and I assume some embarrassment he kept walking with his date never saying a word. I suddenly felt a very juvenile awkward feeling but tried my hardest to make it oblivious to my date since it wouldn't be fair to her if I spoiled that night over some "ex" drama.
After that night, I kept seeing him at miscellaneous places I'd be at. I even seen him in the town I lived at while pumping gas. As soon as we'd make eye contact, he'd speed away without even saying hello. Why he was there, I don't know? This went on for a few months then he disappeared.
Another three years passed. I was checking my emails when I noticed someone had visited my profile at Classmates.com. This went on for a few weeks where someone kept anonymously checking out my profile there. Then, I finally get a message from a visitor at Classmates. Guess who it is? After 6.5 years of silence, I get a message that says he was sorry for "what went down" between us and how he would like to try again because he never stopped loving me.
As I write this, it has been one day since I've received that message but I haven't replied back yet.
Now I am single again and I assume he is too. The funny thing is I never stopped caring about him but the trust has obviously been broken between the two of us. Part of me wants to tell him how much I still care for him but the other part wants to tell him to take a hike for not being upfront and honest to me so long ago.
I'm so confused right now. I mean, I don't know the guy anymore. We have both led completely seperate lives for over 6 years without contact. No happy birthdays or happy holidays. He's now in his early 30's and I'm no longer that nieve boy clouded by youthful ignorance. Where as years ago I would never have questioned his past, now I am full aware of the many risks associated with our lifestyle and the threat of being the recipient of some form of STD scares me. I'm definitely more cautious and I attribute that to maturity.
I've always been a firm believer in forgiveness, but this quality in me has also been the reason people have stepped on me and at times taken me for granted.
I'm going to wait a few days before I reply to his message. However, I want to know if any of you readers have been in a similar situation and how things worked out.
Cheers...