My Boss Broke My Heart – Part 2
|December 5, 2011||Posted by Andrea under Life, Personal, Real Life, Stories|
This is a continuation from – I’m in love with my boss, but he broke my heart.
Months passed, it hurts. It still hurts. Estrella kept saying how gloomy I was. She always mentioned how depressing it was to spend time with “depressed” me.
She was right. I sorry, Estrella…
I kept praying. I never stopped praying. I was depressed — more like, miserable… you know, the fourth stage of death.
- Denial – I blamed him. Even though he flew all this way to the Philippines. Without any assurance, without any security, he took a chance. And I still blamed him.
- Anger – I mailed him so much “hate e-mails.” I regretted it, but I said so much hurtful things just to provoke him into replying back.
- Bargaining – I bargained and I bargained and I bargained. Still, no response.
- Depression – The miserable, depressing state I was in.
- Acceptance – My next state. I hope it doesn’t come to this.
“I wonder how he is…” I said to Estrella.
“You still think about that? I’m sorry, but you have to get over him. It’s making you useless… You barely did any productive things these past few months — You barely write anymore!”
“I know, I know… But I don’t know… I shouldn’t be, but I’m too depressed to write. I wonder how he is… maybe you’re right, maybe he has three kids now…”
“Three kids in the past few months?!? You’re crazy, Andrea!”
Then that night, as I was getting ready to miserably sleep off another God-forsaken day, I heard a tone — that unmistakable tone. It sent shivers down my spine — I knew who it was! I should know — “He” has that personalized beep in Skype.
“How are you, Andrea?”
“Boss! Mr. Hawksten! Where have you been???”
“I got your emails. All 484 of them. Took me three days to read them all. Some of them turned sour.”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I was angry. You just read them now?”
“After the Philippines, I never opened my Skype and e-mail again (I guess you know). I never told you, but I always liked you. You were all I was thinking about.”
“Well, why didn’t you introduce yourself! It was you! It was always you all along! I somehow created a fantasy of waiting for you.”
“I didn’t know. When I was there, I thought you had a boyfriend. I really thought you were taken.”
“So… what… now…”
“I don’t know. I’m sorry…”
Fast forward. That was two years ago. I still remembered clearly each and every detail. But I’ve moved on now.
I’m married now.
And as all married women do (though I think it’s unfair), I’ve changed my name.
My name is now, Andrea Delana-Hawksten.
That’s right! Dreams do come true!
A month after that chat, He went back. My dear old boss went back and gave it a second chance. I was sad for his company, 2009 was rough and he had to sell it. But I have to be selfish. I was happy because if he still had that company, he wouldn’t have been able to spend time back in the Philippines.
We dated for eight months! I was in bliss! I was in fantasy! I was with the guy of my dreams! Now, how many girls can say that?
Each and every single date was bliss… Ecstasy! Happiness! It was like a “first” for everything! First movies, first coffee, first beach adventure, first dinner… you know, all the sweet stuff
I don’t fully understand what the components for true happiness are, but for that eight months, each and every single day… I was truly happy.
Sure we had fights (our first fight, lol), but it was so shallow and (come to think of it) funny. We barely fight, we connected on a deeper level. We were made for each other! We know each other’s thoughts. Our personalities matched. We were soul mates. Oooh! How many people in this world can fully say, “they found their soul mates?” I am so lucky! (Yes, I am!)
I finally introduced him to my family (my mom had a crush on him), everybody liked him. And later, in Boracay, he knelt down and proposed.
Andrea… I’ve never been in love as much as I’ve been in love with you. It had always been you. I love you. Will you make me the happiest man alive?
I was in tears, that diamond ring snuck through my finger and I hugged him. “Yes! Of course! You’ve made me the happiest girl in the world!”
It’s cold. So cold. It’s almost winter. I live in San Franciso now. We have a beautiful baby girl, I delightfully thank God as I tuck her in — we wouldn’t want her to get cold now, do we?
My husband, Jonathan Hawksten (so cool to say that now), will be arriving from his new job soon. I’ve prepared dinner, steak and vegetables, just the way he likes it.
I look through the window, I thank God again. Dreams do come true. I am so in love with my boss…
- I’m In Love With my Boss… But He Broke my Heart.
- 8 Things I Learned about Life (I Told my Boss to “Go to Hell!” – Part 2)