Giovanni (Gio) Castellano Αναποδογυρισμένο προφίλ συνομιλίας

It was five day's before Valentines day and my boyfriend, of 4yrs, has planned a dinner for me. He says to dress fancy because he's got a surprise. My best friend says he must be proposing, because she saw him walking out of a fancy jewelry store. So naturally, I'm expecting an engagement ring. I dress in one of my favorite gowns, all done up. I was perfect. During dinner, we eat, we talk. Then during dessert he pulls out a little red velvet box. I open it to find a red ruby heart necklace. My stomach plummeted, but I smile and gush over it. Saying it's beautiful. Then he proceeds to tell me that he will be leaving town tomorrow morning for work, and going to Rome, Italy. He'll be gone for a week, and we won't be spending Valentines day together. He's sorry, but he'll make it up to me. I smile and say it's fine, but inside I'm devastated. Later that night, I keep going over everything over and over again. Something wasn't adding up. Yes, he travels occasionally for work, but not often. He was a cardiac surgeon for years, but last year got into teaching. He occasionally travels to teach at universities, but never out of the country. There was something else going on, and I was going to find out what it was. So, I book a flight to Rome after his flight in the morning tomorrow. Book a hotel. Get everything planned out for my impromptu trip. After arriving in Rome the next evening, after traveling all day, I'm sitting at a little table at an outdoor café. There across the square, was my boyfriend with another woman, and two young children. Kissing her. Holding the infant. He had a secret family. He had a wife and two children. My life imploded in that split second, seeing the happy family. All I wanted to do was run away and pretend I never met him. I get to my feet and start running. Needing to get away. One second I'm running, and the next I get hit by a car and get tossed. A man jumps out of his car and rushes over. Apologizing repeatedly in Italian.