[ WP ] Imagine a world where a normal “ couple ” always consisted of 3 people . A relationship between just two would be straight up disturbing to most .

I was fifteen at the time. I never understood why everyone was so deeply infatuated with one another. Love never really meant much to me. Growing up you're taught that a mother's love for her child goes beyond worlds. In vice-versa, a child's love for it's mother transcends dimensions. I was different, though. I had never felt love, or compassion. My family pets would come and go. Live and die. Family members would drop off the planet like flies to a zapper, but I would always be the one sitting on that uncushioned bench, wearing a freshly pressed suit, unwavered by what was placed in front of me. Death. I guess that carried over with me in a lot of other things. Love. Friendship. Pride. It was all masked by this feeling deep within almost, in a way, coming from nowhere and at the exact same time in a very distinct part just behind my sternum. It was a feeling of absence. In more of a way, I guess, it was a feeling of uncarring. Nothing mattered to me because I felt, well, nothing. Through the last years of highschool all of the people I associated my self around, to appear normal, were going off with their dates. Just watching the three of them getting into a car, taking turns over whose date night it was with whose. It disgusted me. Love was never meant for me. It seemed. Nothing was. 
 
 Until I met, her. Her name was Alysian ( a-le-see-an ). It was cute. Elegant. A name that caught your ear when you heard it. When I had met her I asked for her name at least five times over. It never wanted to role off my tongue until I finally blurted out Aslan. This amused her quite a bit and from this her nickname `` Lion'' was born. We had talked it over with her and her boyfriend, Trey, and they agreed to add me to their relationship. It was nice for awhile. Just us three. Everything was finally starting to feel normal to me. I had gotten a job over the summer at the local Lowe's Hardware Store. Bought a car nearing the end of it and we had all spent nearly every weekend with each other. Lion, Trey, and I all happy together. At the end of the summer we all talked about moving in with eachother when we graduate. Being the seniors that we were, we could n't wait to set this plan into motion. 
 
 Graduation came. The class of 2013 had finished saying their goodbyes with eye filled tears to one another. Some will be seeing each other at various community colleges around the state, but for most this was the end and they knew that. I though, like all the sad times before, never shed a tear. I knew my goal, and I was set on it. 
 
 When we had finished unpacking it was just Lion and I in that small one bedroom apartment. We had been waiting for Trey to show up but he sent us a text at the last moment, and said that his mom needed him to stay another night. That was fine for us. Lion and I retired for the night. When the door had closed shut and we were starring at the Apartment bedroom that now filled our eyes; we turned to each other and began to gaze in one another's eyes. Her deep hazel eyes glistened off the lamp on the night stand. My heart skipped a beat in that moment. For that night she was mine and I was hers. There would be no sharing. It was breath taking; awe inspiring if you will. Watching her body get undressed in that darkened room. Lighting the candles for the night of deep sentiment and togetherness. That night was perfect. Words could not describe the moments before I lied her down in the bed with me. Our naked bodies embracing each others. There it was. In that moment. Everything that I was searching for. It all flowed through my veins. Love. Desire. Compassion. I could feel them burning and searing my veins as they coursed through my bloodstream to my heart. It was perfect. It was so painfully perfect. As we layed there. Her head on my shoulder, fingertips grazing my chest. I asked her to be with me, and me alone. She was taken back. She knew what it would mean for her social life. You could see her straining for an escape out from where she was right then and right there. However, as minutes ticked away, her face softened, a smile struck her lips and she knew what she was committing to. A life with me. Only me. In face of public outcry and ridicule she would be choosing me over everything else. 
 
 It's been thirty years now. She died five years ago. I ca n't remember that day, it was all a blur. Her funeral was empty. Just me and the priest sat there in that pew. Neither dared say a word to another. I still miss her though. To this day I have n't gone out in search of anyone else. It is n't what she would want, but it's all I can give her now. Goodnight Lion.. I'll be seeing you soon.
