I lay on my bed, as if I were sleeping. I was not. I was living the dream. The dream of me and Maxie being the married couple.
I imagined lying beside him, exchanging those secret smiles, those soft words, making love.
It was a fantasy I reran every day as I prepared to sleep.
I would add bits of conversations we had, outfits he had worn, expressions.
I had been in love with Maxie from the day I met him.
I can’t forget the date; it was April 3rd. I was engaged to marry Bob on the 3rd of June.
My sister, Jenny, had come up to us as we entered a party, wanting to introduce us to her boyfriend, Maxie.
From the moment my eyes touched him, if I hadn’t loved my sister so much, I would have grabbed him and run.
I know it sounds ridiculous, but I never knew I could love someone as I loved Maxie.