The one that got away - Helen McCrory

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You'd been there with her through thick and thin, when she was ecstatic about a new boyfriend and then when it all fell apart. She'd been there for you when the roles were reversed. Through every high and every low you'd had had each other, until recently that is.

Her new boyfriend would take her all over the world and it seemed that seeing each other weekly became a monthly thing and then a monthly meet up became every six months. He proposed to her on their three year anniversary and she called you straight away.

She wanted you to be her maid of honour and it made you feel sick, you were happy for your friend you really were. As kids you used to promise each other you'd be the others bride maids, as teens you would look at wedding dresses longingly and help each pick the so called matching bridesmaid dresses, as young adults you both used to guess when the current boyfriend of the other would propose but the last ten years had been different.
For the last ten years you'd hoped that maybe you wouldn't be her bridesmaid, maybe you'd be her bride. It was wishful thinking of course because she would never see you as anything but her best friend. You watched her date during those last ten years, watched her love and watched her breakdown and cry when it all went up in flames.

But this boyfriend he was different, three years of a relationship and then a proposal. She had told you he was the one from the beginning but she'd also said that about the others in the past too so you hadn't worried all that much. Gradually he had won her heart, he was the perfect man to marry and seeing your friend happy should be all that mattered.

Your heart still ached though, ached for the life you two could of had. She would always be the love of your life even if you weren't the love of hers. She would be the one you thought of before you fell asleep and your first thought when you woke up. She was your everything but you weren't her everything, you never would be.

She would always be the one that got away.

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This is a very short chapter, apologies.

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