If you had to choose between being with the love of your life and hurting your sister, what would you do?
I had to make the choice a little over two years ago. It left my world-and my heart-shattered.
Three years ago, I met Ty Campbell. He was tall, tan, fit, rugged with soulful brown eyes and shaggy dark brown hair. I was instantly infatuated. But as I spent time with him, I learned he was so much more than the sum of his looks. On the rooftop of our apartment building, we shared profound conversations about the meaning of life. Ty was deep and introspective, in touch with his feelings.
I was a goner. But he was far out of my league. No way would a twenty-four year old, worldly guy want to date an eighteen year old girl with zero experience. So when my older sister Courtney came into the picture, I bowed out gracefully.
Their unconsummated dalliance lasted less than a month. With Courtney's blessing, Ty and I remained friends. But the more time I spent with him, the deeper my feelings grew. When Ty confessed his love for me I broke the universal rule. And I got caught.
If I wanted my sister to ever forgive me, I had to let him go. And I did. I walked away without so much as a goodbye. It was physically impossible to tell him we couldn't be together.
But fate, karma, whatever you want to call it, has a way of bringing things full circle. Just as Courtney and I have made amends, Ty is thrust back into my life. Our connection as powerful as ever. Once again, I'm forced to make a choice.
Either way, I lose.