First day
I waited until I was 35 to tell my mother that I was gay. I had gone to study in Paris, a life far from Guadeloupe where I had grown up, in a large anonymous city where I could live my experiences. I returned to my island, I tried to have stable relationships and I realized that I was not succeeding, in particular because I had not come out to those close to me.
On September 20, 2017 I declared this to my mother, she burst into tears. She calls me back the next day to reassure me: she is not going to reject me. That same day, I met a man, from whom I separated a few years later. I find myself alone, a little traumatized by all of this. In the reconstruction and “digestion” phase. Gisèle, one of my friends, tries to shake me out of my torpor by helping me meet someone else.
One day, she took the plane back between Paris and Pointe-à-Pitre. She finds by chance, sitting next to her, Laurent, one of his friends. She shows him photos of me: “He fell in love with you, Michaël”, she explains to me after landing. We have to meet, but it’s difficult to set up. One morning, I parked to go to work at a cafe. I pass in front of a store. Through the window, I feel someone looking at me.
He comes out of the store, approaches me: “You wouldn’t be a friend of Gisèle ? She told me about you ! » We make the connection with the photos shown on the plane. We exchange numbers. I am happy and flattered. This unexpected meeting touches me: a meeting was slow to materialize and now we meet without having decided. We have a drink in one of these pretty bars in Le Gosier, a pretty seaside resort. As much as he had a crush on me, I didn’t really know. I was cautious, until that evening, when I felt a spark. We kiss, it’s great.
Three days later, he revealed to me that he had been in a relationship with someone for five years. “We like each other, but we stop there, I don’t want to be your lover,” I replied, disappointed but determined. A week later, he calls me back: he left his boyfriend. All that for me… I’m quite stunned by our story, but I’m careful: “Don’t leave him for me, leave him for you, otherwise, you’ll do the same thing to me.” » We then go on vacation to Reunion Island. On the way back, another plane story – at the same time, he is a steward by profession – we couldn’t take the same flight, I left before him. In the darkness, I read the message he wrote to me: he asked me to marry him. Well, we’ve only been seeing each other for a few weeks, why not, absolutely, but it’s a bit early, and a bit gimmicky.
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