The One That Got Away

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My brother had a boyfriend, J. They stayed on amicable terms after the breakup and I only really got to meet him after my brother got engaged to someone else.

I remember being introduced to J, and standing stock still thinking 'it's you. You are the one my brother should be marrying. He's making a terrible mistake. It's you.'

An older gentlemen, always presentable and lovely, always stylish without trying, always fun, always full of bonhomie. My brother's affection remained but because he is a nitwit - and yes, he was making a terrible mistake - on he went. The fact that he has now found someone who can bear him comes down to time, a little charisma and a lot of luck.

Today I learn that J just got married on the quiet what with coronavirus and such. Doubtless they will lead fine fabulous lives, full of travel and good food and great company, all the things at which J is so adept. Can't wait to see them again, give them huge hugs.

But quietly, I'll always look at him and my brother and think of what might have been.