She’s my friend’s big sister. Anytime I visited my friend, she was good to me. She’d cook and serve me. Sometimes she’d choose to drive me home. When one day my friend told her it was my birthday, she asked me, “How old are you?”

“I’m twenty.”
“Twenty what?”
“Twenty nothing.”

She got me a watch in a little box and said, “Twenty-nothing is a milestone. A watch to keep a tab on time so you don’t miss the next one.”

My friend traveled abroad but she told me I shouldn’t stop visiting. When she didn’t see me for a while she called and asked me to visit. Again she was kind, accommodating, and sweet. She drove me home and days later asked me to be his boyfriend. “You are twenty-nothing but you can be something in my life,” she told me.

I didn’t know how to go about it but she told me not to worry about the details. She was thirty-three, something higher than nothing but when we were together and having fun, the age difference got blurred. She said I fit perfectly. I was proud of myself. At least, nothing could fit into something perfectly.

One day I looked at the watch she bought for me and it was four years since I accepted to be with her. The watch looked old but the seconds kept ticking and tocking. On the contrary, we didn’t look old at all. Our hearts beat in sync. When hers ticked, mine tocked. I was obsessed with her and she wasn’t fine when she didn’t see me for a day.

One day, after a long marathon of sex, we fell on our backs and watched the ceiling while trying to catch our breath.

“I wish you were the one I’m getting married to,” she told me.
“If we can wait a little bit longer, it will be possible,” I dreamt.

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A week ago, she got married to a man who’s something–something society will accept and agree with. My friend was back from abroad because of the wedding. I didn’t intend to go but he held my hand and said, “How can you miss your best friend’s wedding?”

I was at the venue in body but my spirit was wandering in all the memories we created. I sighed. I cried a little inside of me. “Where do I go with these memories you gave me? Who’s going to take your place? This vacuum. These big shoes you’ve left outside my heart? The sad thing is, I can’t share this story, the good, and the bad with anyone, not even my best friend.

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I wished her well but deep down I wished she would be deeply wounded by my absence and run back to me. It didn’t happen. When I sent her messages consistently for one whole week and she didn’t respond, I knew it was time to move on.

“I’ve moved on,” I said to myself.
“The lie you tell yourself,” the watch on my wrist responded.

— James

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