Ever since I was a little girl running around pretending to be Pocahontas, I had a pain in the neck; also known as Diamond, my best friend. I grew up with him as my next door neighbor; he was my best friend from the start. From Barbie dolls to pushing me in my little motor car, I was always in command with him gladly doing whatever I told him and my little brother to do. As soon as we started getting older my paybacks were catching up with me. I was soon shoved up into a tree and now I have scars engrave in my knees and legs. Next I was pushed down on the ground; luckily I was able to get away from these big lips coming at me. All that time of being together growing up, one of us was bound to fall in love with one another. He was a brother to me so yes I loved him that way; on the other hand he was in love with me; wanting to be my other half. Relationships came and went but no matter what we were always jealous, he wanted to be mine, while he belonged to me because he was my best friend first. I know he wanted us to grow old and have kids together but our lives turned out different, we had kids with someone else. The mother of his child never was fond of us being so close, but like I always say “Deal with it, he’s mine.” When I got married I could tell a part of him was broken, he signed the license and felt guilt at the same time, he gave me away without a fight. I know no matter how old we get, there will always be an us.
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