If only he loved me too

Chapter 29: twenty nine

It's been a couple of months since my big move on and I have been excellent, I've discovered that I

love being by myself and I'm treating my dog better, I run a lot, joined a yoga class, meditation, and

cooking.

It has been a nice couple of days until I find Oliver, Dimitri/ Massimo's cousin brother, knocking on my

door, a few days after my three months move on, anniversary.

"Hey, " he said nervously looking at his feet and I smiled at him, he is someone I have always

considered as family, or even as a close friend.

"Hey, " I pull him into a hug, missing the feel of his warm embrace, I had missed this, I missed him"oh,

my god, how are you, " I said pulling away "come in, " I close the door after him, he looks out of place

in my apartment, which reminds me of the first day we met.

He smiled politely "nice house, it would have been easier to find you if you didn't ghost me, " he says

accusation clear in his eyes.

I was my hand in defense, we sat on the couch side by side " guilty, I'm just trying to move on, you

know to find myself, " he smiled sadly at me, he knows that the pity is the last thing I need even from

him.

"Enough about me, tell me about you? How are you? And how's your boyfriend Pete?" I ask standing

up to get some coffee, but my pot of empty so I put it out to brew a fresh one.

He followed me into the kitchen, " I've been better, life's good and Pete is not my boyfriend anymore, " I

stopped what I was doing and watch him carefully trying to gauge the meeting behind his words.

I hold the coffee pot "should I get a beer instead?" I ask walking. Towards my refrigerator and showing

him my new found stock of alcoholic beverages and he laughs, he loses up a little, he was all stiff and

careful with his words with me but now, he feels comfortable.

"No, no he is not my boyfriend anymore because" he raised his left hand and showed me his ring "he is

now my fiancee, " I keep the pot of coffee on the counter and squeak excitedly as a teenager who's

friend got asked to prom by their childhood crush.

"Oh my god, seriously" I jump on him into a fierce hug "I'm so happy for you" we laugh as he swings

me around, we stop before anyone of us falls, break our necks and die, that can wait till he gets

married.

"Yeah, I'm happy for myself, too," he said smiling lovingly looking at his finger, I smile too happy for

him, he deserved it, after fighting his family on this topic he has finally won this war, or at least nearly

won.

"Tell me everything, " I say as I pull him towards the couch with coffee cups in our hands, "who

proposed who? "