1. Monica


    Date: 10/11/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: happyidiot, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    Monica and I met in our freshman year in college. We had both enrolled in the same history class and she occupied the seat beside me. We'd frequently make small talk while waiting for class to start, and It wasn't long before we became friends. Very good friends actually. We looked out for one another, studied together, watched movies, had dinner and went drinking together. We had sex, hot torrid sex. The kind of sex that... No, that's not true at all. We never had sex. We never even kissed, unless you consider a kiss on the cheek kissing. Of course I had often thought about sex with her. Too frequently in fact. I had sat by and watched while Monica dated but never had the nerve to step up myself and approach her in that way. I dated too, but never had a lasting relationship. That's probably because my mind was elsewhere. Elsewhere just happened to be Monica. The college years went by and we kept up our routine, study partners and best of friends through the remainder of the fours years of school. We hurtled toward graduation focused and intent on reaching our goal, emerging on the other side to find ourselves embarking on our careers. Jobs that thrust us into unfamiliar territory amidst unfamiliar faces and environs. Those same jobs would soon separate us, sending us toward opposite sides of the country as we pursued our careers. Yet my mind remained elsewhere and the years passed by. A few years later, a card arrived in the mail. It was from Monica, I'd recognized her ...
    handwriting, having memorized her cursive style. Any other day I'd have been delighted to have received this card with my heart skipping a beat and rising into my throat while opening the envelope. But this wasn't just any card. It wasn't a Valentine's Day card, or birthday card. It was a wedding invitation, and that invitation took remaining fragile piece of my heart that burned the small flame of hope and with the faintest breeze, extinguished the flame. Resigned to the fact that my secret love was getting married, I arrived at the wedding a few months later, happy for my friend, and offering well wishes and congratulatory sentiments. Over the next few days before the wedding, we caught up on what we'd been doing recently. We drank, danced and laughed. I met her husband Mike, a gracious gentleman whom I found to be a terrific guy, and perfect for Monica. They adored each other and I could see that she had found true happiness in him. After the wedding I returned to my hotel, smiled to myself and put Monica behind me. Still my dear friend, but no longer the girl who might be mine. And the years went on. I met Elizabeth, a remarkable woman and the mother of my two wonderful children. We have a comfortable life in a modest home, just north of Hartford. We exchanged Christmas cards, Birthday cards and the occasional email with Monica and Mike, taking those opportunities to update one another about what has changed since the last card was sent in the post, or simply to say hello. ...
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