It was never my story...

I knock on the door. She opens it and I see she was upset with something very personal and it was as if she was just waiting for me to say it all out.

I come inside and hug her tightly and console her. I bring a glass of water for her to drink. When she's finished drinking, I ask her what happened, and if it is something to do with her boyfriend. She nods lightly.

She: "He came by my office today and told me he got promoted, but that would mean him leaving, as the job location is not here."

Me: "So you guys broke up."

She: "No, we decided to talk about it tomorrow, but I know what is going to happen. You know at first, I loved that he was so busy. Just gave me the opportunity to keep one foot out the door, just in case."

Me: "But with one foot out of the door, it's hard to know where you stand."

She nods lightly and I see how torn up she is about all this.

She: "Why is it, that the thing that attracts you to a person always ends up being that thing, that just drives you crazy..."

And I am reminded again of the attraction I feel for her. And how crazily I am in love with her, but she could never notice.

Me: "You know, we have been working together for so many years and even now, after spending all this time with you, I'm still amazed at the depths of your strength, your heart..."

She: "I just wish. I wish that I had someone who would be there for me, and I could be there for him. And we could just dive into it together."

And, I am just amazed, how easily she can disregard my presence. Am I really invisible, or do I hide my feelings so well that she doesn't even have a clue. I wanted to shout out loud, "What about me? I am right here. For so many years I have been right here, waiting for you to just open your eyes and see that we could be more than friends. I am always there for you. I will always be there for you..." But before I could say anything, someone knocks at the door. I walk up to the door thinking of all the things I should say to her now and tell her how long I have been in love with her. I open the door and see her  boyfriend standing with flowers in his hands.

He: "Is she here? I just want to talk to her for a few minutes."

Me: "Come inside. She's at the coffee table."

All my dreams of happily together are just shattered in a fraction of a second, because I understood that he is the one, she is waiting for and will wait forever. I was never in the picture. It was never my story and it never will be...

I reach the coffee table and hear him tell her how much he loves her and nothing will ever be more important than her for him. On seeing me approach them, they both get quiet. I tell them, they have a lot to talk about and I should leave.

I walk back towards my home, and kept on thinking of all the different maybes that could have happened, if reality hadn't interfered or if I had just one chance. And, I realize how this time again, my love story remained incomplete...