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Thursday, April 8, 2010

Why I Never Saw Him Again

Some of you asked for the rest of the story to yesterday's post and why I never saw Gabriel again.

I hadn't included it in that post because A) it makes for a less romantic story and B) it would have been an extremely long post.

There's a reason that movies end with the music swelling and the couple kissing/riding off into the sunset...the afterwards isn't always as glamorous.

But, for those of you who asked....

Gabriel left the next morning for Minnesota, where he lived. I was in NC.

We did talk a little on the phone and email some. Keep in mind that this was 2001 so there wasn't quite as much social media....at least, not that I was aware of, anyway.

He encouraged me to come visit him.

I didn't want to.

Well, okay, I wanted to.

Because he'd danced with me on the beach. SIGH.

And he was HOT.


I didn't really know him and flying halfway across the country to see someone that I had only spent a few hours with seemed a little insane.

I also knew what it was like to pick up my life and move for someone. Not that he was asking me to move, but I guess I was just DONE with being the one to go to extraordinary measures for someone.

Oh, and I was still in love with X. Blech, gag, stupid: but you know I'm all about honesty here.

And so...time passed.

We would still talk occasionally.

I guess the final time that he called was right before my wedding to Hubs. It had been months since I'd talked to him at that point.

My roommate was the one to talk to him. My roommate who was kind of impressed that he actually existed, since she'd heard the same story that I told y'all yesterday and was under the impression that perhaps I'd had a bit too much to drink or sat out in the sun too long and was making him up because really, he seemed too good to be true and Gabriel- seriously?

He was calling to say that he was coming into town and wanted to see me. My roommate let him know that I was getting married...I think it was the next week.

I don't think that she actually told me this until after my wedding, though. Not that I would have done anything crazy, but she might have been worried that I'd get all dramatic and say that it must be a sign and end up running away with Gabriel or something.

Not that I would have done that. But, it's probably for the best that that theory wasn't put to the test.

You all know that I love Hubs.

Anyway, that's the end of the story.

And that's why the story ended where it did yesterday. Not quite the romance that the beginning of the story promised.

I'm still grateful to Gabriel, wherever he is.

And I do believe that people come into our lives for a reason. It just might not be the reason that we originally think.

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Blogger Rachel said...

Aw, well I still think this is an awesome story :)

April 8, 2010 at 7:30 AM  
Blogger Oka said...

I think things happened just the way they were supposed to. Does no good to linger in "what could of been"s, right?

April 8, 2010 at 7:35 AM  
Blogger For the Love of Naps - Sarah said...

What a fun story to have in your heart.

I live in MN...I will keep my eyes open for Gabriel...and let him know you are doing wonderfully!

April 8, 2010 at 7:44 AM  
Blogger The Mommyologist said...

Still a good story!! I think it is kind of romantic that he came back looking for you. :)

April 8, 2010 at 7:46 AM  
Blogger Kerri said...

Still a romantic story out of the pages of Nicholas Sparks novel.

April 8, 2010 at 7:49 AM  
Blogger Ian said...

Ok two questions....well maybe one. I've been meaning to ask this to someone so I am going to choose you. Why does everyone refer to the husband as "hubs"? Just wondering

April 8, 2010 at 8:31 AM  
Blogger The Boob Nazi said...

It still is a good story.

April 8, 2010 at 8:33 AM  
Blogger Jenny said...

everything happens for a reason and you were meant to be with your hubs and have your 3 boys...but great story either way!

April 8, 2010 at 8:47 AM  
Blogger MommyLovesStilettos said...

Regardless of the ending, it's a great story :)

April 8, 2010 at 8:53 AM  
Blogger Kmama said...

It's still a great story!

April 8, 2010 at 8:59 AM  
Blogger Steph said...

Thanks for the Paul Harvey rest of the story!!

Good story.

And I totally agree...people come into our lives for a reason even though we may not even understand why.

Happy Thursday!

April 8, 2010 at 9:01 AM  
Blogger T.J. said...

Still makes for a New York best seller kind of story. How wonderfully strange this world works!

April 8, 2010 at 9:12 AM  
Blogger Tabatha said...

all kinds of people come and go... but there is a reason.. and you know why he did... and just that he is still there in your memory is a sign that he did what he was intended to do... and you married the man you were suppose to!!

I love love this story!

April 8, 2010 at 9:16 AM  
Blogger Foursons said...

Still a great story and sounds just like a chick-flick!

April 8, 2010 at 9:19 AM  
Blogger Tiffany said...

It's still a very touching and romantic story even if it did not end like in the movies. But then again, maybe it did. You let go of X and found hubs. Happy ending!
Had Gabriel came to NC it could have ended up like the movie the Graduate! lol.

April 8, 2010 at 9:33 AM  
Blogger magically ordinary said...

Great story... with a great ending, too.

April 8, 2010 at 9:34 AM  
Blogger Jene said...

It's a fantastic story no matter what the ending was. Even if you had never talked to him again after that night.

April 8, 2010 at 9:36 AM  
Blogger Linda said...

Thanks for the updated ending, and I agree that it is still a great story!

April 8, 2010 at 9:41 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love this story. I commend your friend for looking out for you, and I think Gabriel was just what you needed at the time, as a friend and nothing more.

April 8, 2010 at 9:45 AM  
Blogger scrapwordsmom said...

Stopping by to say HI! Found you on SITS today.

April 8, 2010 at 9:52 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

He was put in your life at that time for a reason. It is nice that you can always look back at that time with fondness. Great story!

April 8, 2010 at 10:07 AM  
Blogger Michelle Pixie said...

I have to agree it is still a great story! And I kinda like the idea that maybe you were the one that got away for him. ;-)

April 8, 2010 at 10:47 AM  
Blogger Brittney said...

I still think its romantic :)
sounds like a movie or something :)

April 8, 2010 at 10:55 AM  
Blogger Sara said...

Thios was a great story.... It's the stuff that dreams are made of.... sorry, I couldn't resist. But it WAS a sweet story

April 8, 2010 at 11:03 AM  
Blogger Mommy Lisa said...

Awesome. MN boys are cool like that...just sayin'.

April 8, 2010 at 11:26 AM  
Blogger Reagan said...

Such a great story. And while I wish my DH was my first love that isn't my reality. And I can be grateful for everything I learned from love #1. But most of all, I am grateful that #1 didn't work out and that we could forgive and say goodbye and go on to better things.

April 8, 2010 at 11:33 AM  
Blogger Brandi said...

I am SO a what if that's a sign person, but clearly you and hubs were meant to be. Nice of your roommate to spare you any added stress a week before your wedding, though. I thought the whole story was very sweet.

BTW, I received the Milk Band... a pink one! HAHA! Is that a sign??!!! Thanks again! :)

April 8, 2010 at 12:00 PM  
Blogger Messy Mommy said...

Yes, I definitely think that was a good idea that she didn't tell you until after the wedding. Pretty sure that would've given me cold feet!!!!!!!!!

April 8, 2010 at 12:56 PM  
Blogger Daisygirl said...

It really so could be a movie! A made for Hollywood moment!

April 8, 2010 at 1:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It was a beautiful story.

April 8, 2010 at 1:30 PM  
Blogger WhisperingWriter said...

What a great story. Love it!

April 8, 2010 at 1:45 PM  
Blogger Miss Fit said...

I'm sure the hubs appreciates your roomate not telling you either!

April 8, 2010 at 2:08 PM  
Blogger Melissa said...

I love, and totally agree with the "people come into our lives for a reason. It just might not be the reason we originally think"

April 8, 2010 at 2:12 PM  
Blogger Working Mommy said...

I think we've all had our Gabriel...with or without the dancing on the beach (mine was without). He made you the person you are today...and I know hubs thanks you for not knowing about Gabe being in town - or running away with him :)


April 8, 2010 at 2:41 PM  
Blogger Much More Than Mommy said...

I think this is a happy, REAL ending to the story. :-) And what I like most of all is that it doesn't sound like you wonder 'what if', and that is awesome!

April 8, 2010 at 3:15 PM  
Blogger Erin said...

Wow. He is probably out there somewhere blogging about the beautiful Shell that got away! : )

April 8, 2010 at 3:58 PM  
Blogger 3LittleMonkeys said...

Still makes for a wonderful story. I'm a strong believer in "everything happens for a reason". Gabriel was meant to be there for you at that moment, and that was it. At least you have a wonderful memory of it!

April 8, 2010 at 4:02 PM  
Blogger Shanna Suburbia said...

Wow, that's a beautiful story. I'm glad you got to experience it even though it didn't quite have a fairy tale ending.

BTW, I hated the idea of touch phones too when they first got popular, but I've been using friends' iphones for a while and you really do get used to it really fast.

April 8, 2010 at 7:23 PM  
Blogger Aphrodite's Mortal Friend (ME) said...

Aphrodite wants me to tell you that ou are correct- people do enter our lives for a reason ... and that eventually, we uncover that ;-) Good- or bad.

April 8, 2010 at 7:33 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I actually like the way it all ended...
Incredible story

April 8, 2010 at 7:46 PM  
Blogger Sarah said...

This is a great story. And I completely agree with what you say at the end. I love the way you say it, too!

April 8, 2010 at 8:04 PM  
Blogger Lee-Ann said...

He sounds like he was a beautiful part of your past that came in and out like the tide. I believe in fate and he must have been it at that moment. Very sweet. :)

April 8, 2010 at 11:10 PM  
Blogger Alexis AKA MOM said...

Amen, people come in a certain times and will make us have found memories like this :)

April 9, 2010 at 12:23 AM  
Blogger Arizona Mamma said...

Doesn't change the whole Nicholas Sparksness of it all.

I agree 100% with the last bit. I totally think people come into our lives for a purpose, no matter how brief our interaction with them.

April 9, 2010 at 12:54 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Definitely agree with the last part!

April 9, 2010 at 2:18 AM  
Blogger Heather @ Gerber Days said...

Thanks for the recap! I felt like you left us hangin' before, but you answered my questions. ;)

April 9, 2010 at 3:32 AM  
Blogger Contemporary Troubadour said...

Oh how I understand the exhaustion that long-distance relationships and picking up your life to move for someone else entails. It couldn't have been an easy choice to stay OR go.

April 9, 2010 at 3:31 PM  
Blogger Luciana said...

Great story!!!

May 10, 2010 at 7:25 PM  
Blogger samsstuff said...

What a great story! He was a great friend, who helped you when you needed it most.

Happy SITS Feature Day!

May 11, 2010 at 12:51 AM  
Blogger Dawn said...

I COMPLETELY agree that people come into your life for a reason!!

Happy SITS day!!

May 11, 2010 at 12:55 AM  
Blogger TheBabyMammaChronicles said...

It's still a beautiful story!

January 18, 2011 at 6:10 PM  
Blogger Adrienne said...

I love this. We just never know why god brings certain people in/out of our lives. He served a purpose on that day. I do wonder where he is though. Have you tried to FB him or anything? Not to extend the "friend invite", but to simply stalk and see??

January 18, 2011 at 6:19 PM  
Blogger Adrienne said...

I'm typo crazy tonight! I hate when I don't capitalize God.

January 18, 2011 at 6:19 PM  
Blogger FreeFlying said...

No! I thought at first (in the other post) that you met your husband on the beach. And I was like, "goodness gracious, that girl was a man magnet!" Still, they were all about locking you down, weren't they? ;)

January 18, 2011 at 7:51 PM  

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