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For years now I’ve been in love with my best friend’s kid sister. It all started after she turned seventeen. It was as if a brand new shiny light shined on her. It isn’t like she started acting differently, or dressing differently, I simply saw her in a way I hadn’t before. Her laugh seemed sweeter, her voice like a songbird. Her brown sugar skin almost like caramel, it looked smooth as silk. It made me want to run my lips all over her. Everything about her made me spellbound. I knew my buddy wouldn’t understand, in some ways I couldn’t blame him. But I stole glances at her anyway. Whenever he was too busy talking on the phone with his girlfriend, I’d talk to Madison. She always wanted to spend time with me and Rick anyway. I learned more about her than I did in the past ten years of knowing her. It was more personal, intense conversations. Ones that could last a great while. Ones I never wanted to end. This went on for the better part of seven months. I knew she was falling in love with me as well. The way she spoke to me, the way she acted when she saw me. It was the small things that let me know. Our hugs lingered longer than they used to, we’d secretly hold hands when we all watched a movie. Sometimes even playing footsie under the table. It was all so innocent, but it meant everything to me, and I think she felt the same way. Until one day my buddy caught us in their kitchen, we were holding hands, she was leaned up against me real close. It looked like we were about to kiss, I can’t deny that. Maybe, for all I know, we were. It gaziantep escort surely wasn’t the plan, not mine anyway, as much as I wanted to. “What the hell is going on in here,” Rick’s voice booms. “She is my sister, Chris! She is only seventeen. Get your hands off her!” The growl in his voice was so angry. “Dude, you don’t understand. I’m in love with her. It isn’t like I’m trying to hurt her. I would never do that to her. She means everything to me,” stuttering over my words, as I look between the both of them, feeling hopeless. “No, this isn’t happening. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. You call yourself my best friend and you do this. Bullshit! Get out, get out of my house, out of my sister’s life, and mine. Don’t contact us ever!” I had expected Madison to stand up for us, to say something, but she just stood there. I could see the hurt in her eyes, but she didn’t try, not once did she open her mouth. She allowed Rick to say all those things, it broke my heart. I thought she felt the same way, but maybe it wasn’t as deep as my love for her. I left and I didn’t make contact with either of them. I respected Rick enough to do as he asked of me. I heard through a friend that not long after she turned eighteen, Madison moved to the next state over to go to college. Rick had just finished college and started working with his father. *** That was over two years ago now. I’m still in love with Madison. Two long years now, I’m still in love with a girl I can’t have. I have, of course, dated other women. None of them worked out, never lasting a long time. I tried to love them, I cared for one or two, but it just isn’t the same as what I feel for Madison. I guess that is how love works, it just does. There is no rhythm or reason. A very small part of me thinks I should just let it go, deal with the fact that is was something that was never going to happen. How long can a guy really pine after a girl who he hasn’t seen in two years. I mean, how sad is that? These are the thoughts that roll around in my had as I sit in the bar again, drinking my sorrows away. I’m by no means an alcoholic, but I do like my whiskey. I work hard, living my life the way I always saw it, minus getting the girl. I always thought I’d get the girl. “I heard you would be here, is this how you spend your evenings Chris? Drinking alone in a bar, spacing off, looking like one of the old timers?” The voice of a songbird, with a hint of cheeky tone grabs my attention. It stirs deep into my loins. Letting my eyes move towards the voice of the songbird, I see her. She is beautiful as ever. Her skin is darker, but glows in the darken room. Her smile is stunning, those full lips of hers, just asking to be kissed. Her eyes sparkling with humor, dancing in the light. “Ma-Madison?” I question, like an idiot. “What are you doing here? Didn’t you move to go to school?” She sits on the stool beside me, our arms brushing, sending an electric spark throughout my body. She is still smiling, “It’s nice to see too,” she teases me. “I went to a two year college, now I’m going to take a year off, before really figuring out what I want to do with my life. I’m back home until then, looking for a job.” “Have you not been home since going away?” I ask, feeling guilty if it has anything to do with me and what happened. “Look Chris, after you left that day, Rick and I got into it. I yelled and screamed, I tried to reason with him. I told him I felt the same way and that we had done nothing but get to know each other. He didn’t want to hear anything about it. He said to leave you alone and to never speak about it again. It is one reason I went to a college out of state.” Hanging my head in shame, I shake it slightly, feeling as though I ruined their relationship beyond repair. But before I have a chance to say anything, Madison continues to talk. “However, a few weeks ago, I finally sat down with him. To have a heart to heart. We’ve talked about other things over the last two years, just not this. But, my feelings haven’t changed for you, Chris. You may feel otherwise, but I don’t. It is still there. I’m in love with you. I’m tired of not embracing that and I told that to Rick. He really listened to me. I guess I’m older, or whatever, he finally listened to me.” I’m in total shock, everything she is saying is putting me in shock. She still loves me? He listened to her finally? Does this mean he has forgiven me? What happens now? Suddenly I feel pretty damn sober, or maybe just shell shocked. I’m not sure. “He knows he was a d-bag. He feels horrible about it. He’s the one who said I should seek you out, actually. Not that it was hard, when I asked the right people.” “This is probably some of the best news I’ve ever been told.

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