This is the story of a beloved friend of mine who knowingly lost the most precious man she ever knew. Her name is withheld for obvious reasons and the other two characters in her life have been given fake names. Hope you find her story to be agonizingly painful, just like I did.
Pain pierced through her like fire licking her nerves, she stayed still for more than a minute and that disconcerted those in her company. James, her brother’s best friend since childhood and her unsolicited crush. He sat there in all his glory, with a dusky beauty on his arm and basking in new found love. Clearly, he had moved on or she had become insipid. She blew her chance with the one man she cared about because she never had the balls to consecrate their relationship.
Sleepless nights of wondering what they were and if it could remotely turn into something more were incinerated to nothing. She chose to remain devoted to being his half girlfriend although countless scenarios played through her mind. Now, she could cross it off the list as there was no more a significant ‘other’ to begin with. Her blanket of joy and comfort was stripped. Nothing would come close to the feeling of Jimmy‘s arms around her. He was no longer her human shield laced with love and ferocity. The dam of tears will break free and there would not be a single soul to wipe a drop away.
James Woods was man of honor, full of life and so much love to give. He was there for in her when she was in dire need of a shoulder to cry on, drowning in misery. A shield of protectiveness when her own brother had abandoned her. He was there to catch her fall, he was the one who pieced her family back together when all went to shit. The bridge between her wretched brother, Anthony and her bastard self. Why did he blame her, she had no idea! Their father was the one who opted adultery over a beautiful family he could have saved and cherished. When blames were being thrown around like dodge balls, Jimmy was always there, her half-boyfriend and the silver lining.
Years of having indulged in a half relationship, she never once stopped to appreciate the bond she had with the exquisite man. He was a giver and she just gobbled everything he had to give. She had been his half girlfriend and she soaked in the comfort of that thought. The solace of his kisses and words were no longer hers to bear. Having beheld the sight of another woman fortified in his warmth shattered her soul. Alas, she had been as blind as a bat.