Stolen love: In love with my sister 's fiance

ElaineMonroenevermeanttofallinlovewithhim.Shenevermeantforherhearttobetrayherlikethis.Butasshewatcheshimstandbesideanother,handrestingonthewaistofthewomanhe’smeanttobewith,shewondersifshewasalwaysdestinedtobetheoutsider.“Youknew,”shesays,voicebarelyaboveawhisper.“YouknewhowIfelt.”Hisjawtightens,buthedoesn’tdenyit.Heneverdoes.“Itwouldn’thavechangedanything,”hefinallysays.Shelaughsbitterly.“Iknow.”Lovinghimwasalwaysimpossible.Hebelongedtosomeoneelse.Tohisfamily’sexpectations.ToafuturewhereElainehadnoplace.“Forgetwhateveryouthinkyoufeel,”hetellsher,voicefirm,butthere’ssomethingunspokeninhiseyes—somethingthatmakesithurtevenmore.“Itwillneverhappen.”Andyet,hisgazelingers,justforasecondtoolong.Thenthere’sherbestfriend—theonewhostandsbesideherwhentheworldturnsitsback.Theonewhoseesherpainwithoutasking.“Youdon’thavetodothistoyourself,”hesays,handingherhisjacketonacoldnight.“Youdeservemorethanwaitingforsomeonewhowillneverbeyours.”Shewantstobelievehim.Shewantstomoveforward.Butsomelovesareimpossibletoforget.Somewoundsnevertrulyheal.Andsomedesires,nomatterhowforbidden,refusetodie.“lovinghimbestdecisionievermade”Elaine“youaremyworld”