The Other Love Of His Life

摘要

When I woke up to my boyfriend s kisses on a warm morning in July, I felt guilty. It was her birthday and I was in her house. With her husband. In her bed. Her bookshelves were filled with the same books I had on mine: "The Cider House Rules," "Beloved," "The Pilot's Wife." She was a literature professor. She loved writing. She loved reading.She loved Scrabble. And now she was gone.Brandon had been married for less than six months when his wife was killed in a car accident. When I met him two years later, he was still wearing his wedding ring, but on his right hand. The ring is a symbol of his continued commitment to her, I assumed. Not a sign that he was ready to build a life with someone new.Beyond the ring, there were a million reasons why I should have passed Brandon by. I love books. He never reads. I live near the beach. He's 74 miles inland. I'm a health nut He subsists on Buffalo wings and beer. But there were bigger reasons for me to stay: we both loved racing toy penny cars in the mall; pretending we were Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers; and singing Barry Manilow's "Copa-cabana" at the top of our lungs. He was loving, charming, sweet-and he knew how to make me laugh from deep within my belly.Plus, I was like her. And they were happy.