by Fiona Lambert
I gave him the
award every year. I would take my time to design
a new one, with flowers, or love-hearts and fancy
borders. I always made the writing swirly and
artistic. I would print it out on card, in colour
and write his name on the dotted line using my
for the Best Boyfriend
Is Presented To
I showed it to
my best friend, Amy. My tears had smudged the
letters. It was supposed to be a surprise, coming
back from work early. I was going to give him the
certificate and have a lovely romantic evening in.
That all changed when I walked in on him with the
not you, its me, he said later.
definitely a bit of both, I replied
thinking of the neighbour, whom Id secretly
fancied for ages. I always thought I was the
reason he would hang around with Mark and me.
helped me get through it all. I moved in with her
and we spent most weekends out together. She came
with me every time I had to pick up more stuff
from Marks house and would always think of
something fun and exciting to do afterwards, to
take my mind off things. Slowly the pain of
knowing two good-looking men preferred each other
to me subsided. I started seeing the situation as
a bit of a joke.
secretly regret not joining in that evening,
I confessed to Amy a couple of months later,
during a drunken night in. She laughed until she
fell off the couch, though I think the tequila
may have had something to do with that, too.
The next day,
I received a certificate in the post:
for the Sexiest Lady
Is Presented To
Amy and I have
been together ever since. I still have the
certificate hung on my wall.