Please if you add this book to your reading list please make sure the you read "In Love With Best Friend Brother" this book is the continuation.
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When a fire ignites between two people, it's almost impossible to put out...
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I paid a grumpy cab driver his $20 bucks and watched as the yellow New York City Taxi pull away from the busy sidewalk. It was bone-chilling cold and I pull my coat tighter around my chest.
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Appropriate weather today, bitterly to myself.
As I walked into the lobby of the expensive high-rise--a lobby I had walked through countless of times, usually hanging on Copter's strong arms......I noted the irony of the date. We had lasted exactly two years before she split it away from me, leaving me behind my shredded heart. I should have stay with him. I've never should have gone to Pullman.
No I quickly corrected myself. He should have waited for me. Our love should have been strong enough to withstand whatever demons he was wrestling with.
The elevator door open to his door and I took a deep breath and steadied myself for what was to come. I had to end this so we could go on with our lives.
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But I had to do it face-to-face.
I remember that first year I was in Pullman, he had called me everyday and visited me often that he bragged about earning enough flyer miles for a first class trip to Mongolia.
And then it all changed.
After he was promoted to a director at Samders Bank something that made him a sensation in that bank World in an instant New York celebrity of sorts-I stopped hearing from him, in the few times when he did talk to me, he was dark, cryptic and Moody. When I pleaded with him to open up to me-to finally tell me what dark secrets he was holding onto-he would only beg me to move back to New York, putting me into a no-win situation. I often cried myself to sleep over him, enough tears to fill the Atlantic ocean. This relationship wasn't healthy for either of us.
