We were going to move...not to another neighborhood. Not to another city....to another CONTINENT...across the world...we were going to move forever.
I was to be married to my brother’s friend when I graduated from high school. And that wasn’t a choice...or an offer...that was an order...I cried for days...weeks...months...
I called him...I told him what happened... he couldn’t believe me...he blew up...and he did something I never expected him to do...he called my brother...
He told them, he loved me, he wanted me , he couldn’t live without me and that he would do anything to have me
He wanted marriage.
He wanted to live and die by my side
Strangely my brother didn’t shout, didn’t swear
He told him he was ready to compromise
His way....
He beat him but, so badly that he was taken to the emergency room in the hospital...
His brother called, told me to back off. That I’d hurt him enough
That because of me he didn’t sleep nights...he wasn’t eating properly and he wasn’t bonding or seeing any of his friends or family members...and now he was on his death bed…
About a month later we traveled
Here I am... at the end of the world...missing him...
Wishing to be able to hear his voice…to see his perfect smile…feel his perfect body..but I don’t want him to get hurt anymore...
And I must not forget..
I am a bride to be….
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the end.
