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That question was powerful because it made me think
about how important Lila was to me, how close we were
and how much she meant to me. One simple question, and
it put our whole relationship in perspective.
Yes, I respected the hell out of Lila. She was smart,
funny, wild and… caring.
Yes, I still wanted a taste of her. Wanted it since I first
laid eyes on her.
But she meant more.
We had each other – she got me and I got her.
Suddenly, the idea of us being more than friends became
taboo. Because if we were ever more than friends, we
risked losing what we had now. A silent understanding. A
friendship based on honesty and loyalty. Lila saw behind all
my bullshit and didn’t let it deter her. She pushed and
pushed until I cracked open in front of her. Lila and I were
alike in so many ways, yet still… different. Maybe that was
why we suited each other so well as friends. We balanced
each other.
She was the calm in my reckless life.
I was the chaos in her peaceful one.
“Lila’s my best friend,” I finally confessed, with a curl of
my lips.
Grandma looked thoughtful for a moment before she
gave me a melancholy smile. “Take care of our girl. She
refuses to let any of us lend her a shoulder. Maybe you’ll be
different.”
THIRTY MINUTES LATER, I was sitting in my car at Sunset
Park. My gaze found Lila the moment I parked and turned
off the engine. Like her Gran said, I found her sitting on a
bench, alone. Sweet Lila was cuddled up in her winter coat,
trying to stay warm against the cold. I couldn’t see her face
from where I was, but I didn’t like what I was seeing.