He Chose

She sat, with his hand in her lap. Nestled. Offering the only comfort she could. She rubbed her hand over his hair, clear of his hair line. It was difficult to tell whether he was more upset with the world or with Tessa.
She couldn’t help feeling like a fall back. She would do anything to have him in her arms. She couldn’t help but feel painful pleasure everytime Tessa cocked up.
His best friend. All she was, was his best friend. It offered endless promise, that promised never to be actualised. That is, except for in her dreams. Surely she couldn’t be punished for her dreams?
Still, he was in her lap resting his mind after having vented his disappointments in the woman he had chosen to spend the rest of his life with. He had chosen her, but “that was before he met me”.