Dean slumped and tears filled my eyes.
"I'm sorry." I slid to my knees in front of Dean, and apologized in a hardly audible whisper.
Meanwhile, Tristan was smiling.
Dean looked up at us and got up and walked away. Just like that. Out of our lives. Barely.
"I must say, most of the spectators are quite happy." Tristan hugged my shoulders to him while we were walking.
"I'm glad." I said.
"You did want to pick me, didn't you?" he asked, looking for reassurance.
"Of course." I answered, managing a smile. "It's just Dean was so sad."
"He'll get over it."
"I hope he does."
I guess this is where you say "They were happy 'til the end of their days." Yet something seemed wrong and the
romance was gone. Its only 4 months after my decision, and I don't feel special when I'm around Tristan anymore. I never
will. But we are still going out, and I'm still looking for a match to light the candle again. Maybe the match will be
Dean, or someone else. But one thing's for sure. I'm positive I made the right decision. Positive. Do you know what tells
me that? The fun we had for four months. The laughing and the joy. Nothing can ever take those memories from me. Not
even Tristan could make me forget Dean either. Maybe we'll give it another shot. Tristan and me, I mean. You think I
meant Dean? Maybe I did.