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It was a Wednesday evening in the spring of 2006. I had just finished teaching a long day of classes, and I had stopped by to visit my former boyfriend’s family. On this particular evening, he was also there. It was rare that Michael and I happened to be at his aunt’s house at the same time. Even though we weren’t together anymore, we had remained friends. I made my living room rounds, giving hugs and kisses to all of his aunts. Then, from his great aunt’s chair, Michael turned to me with his arms outstretched and lips puckered. I was seeing someone else at the time, so I let my head (which told me to be respectful) overrule my heart (which told me to go for it). I playfully smacked him on the arm and said, “You know better!” Everybody laughed and we went on to have a pleasant visit.

When we walked out to the front yard, we made small talk and then he said, “I have a proposition for you.” I asked what it was, and he explained that his little sister’s birthday was a little over a month away and he wanted to surprise her. He asked if I would come with them to Busch Gardens or Kings Dominion to celebrate her birthday if he paid for two hotel rooms. This time my head said, “No,” but my heart said, “Yes”—and so did my mouth!

For a long time I had known that I was going to cut things off with my other friend, John. However, John had a lot of things going wrong in his life, and I didn’t want to kick him while he was down. The month between now and the birthday trip would be enough time for me to end that relationship. Then I’d be free to enjoy this surprise trip with no guilt. After I accepted, Michael told me that he would give me a call and we would work out the dates.

During the week after the invitation, I had problems sleeping every night. My heart would beat so fast that I thought my chest would burst. Occasionally, it was as though something was cutting off my air. I couldn’t breathe. This kind of thing had happened to me before, but usually right before boarding a plane. The last time I had that feeling was the previous summer, when I’d had another dream about him. That dream had ended with me inside his aunt’s house, while outside, two police officers—one male and one female—knocked on the door.

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Copyright 2009, 2011 Tisa L. Silver, MBA

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