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Love not meant to be

I saw her at work. Tall, exotic, big, beautiful eyes … she was breathtaking. Everyone thought so.
Constantly surrounded by those trying to win her favor, she seemed bored with them. Perhaps I was just too shy. I never said a word.

However, I must have been staring. She walked by my desk, did a double take, walked right up to me and said, “You look just like my brother.”

Not exactly what I was expecting to hear.

We talked, she smiled, I was smitten.

We became friends. The best of friends. We would talk for hours. I loved to hear and see her laugh — it was more in the corners of her eyes than her mouth.

She was engaged. He didn’t like me and I didn’t like him. He tried to forbid her from spending time with me.

The night before she was to leave for her wedding, she told me she was in love with me. I told her she was just nervous about getting married.

I was stupid.

What I didn’t tell her was that I loved her also.

Desperately.

We didn’t talk much for the next few years. It just would have been too complicated. Then one day, she fixed me up with her sister. I’ve come to think that it was her way of having me close to her. I wasn’t complaining.

I lasted for six months with the sister. It was ok. She was nice. We had fun. It just wasn’t her. It did let me spend much more time with her though. We were best friends again. I still loved her and she me.

Then one night we went out for a drink.

I knew how to turn her on. It was a game we played dating personals. All it would take was for me to look at her, look down at the table, and then slowly raise my eyes to again look into hers. I knew what it did to her and she let me do it, but we’d never done anything about the feelings it caused.

That night however, I don’t know why, but I asked her to kiss me. And she did.

We were together from that night on for many years. Then we weren’t.

I miss her.

Desperately.