The morning of the draft we all ate breakfast and got dressed up. Ryan looked so hot in his suit and tie with his hair done like I love it.

I got all dressed up in this nice red dress that stopped right below my knee and cut down in a "V". Just showing the right amount of clevage. I put on some make up and straightened my dark brown hair. I walked out of the bathroom and right into Ryan. "Ouch" I said as my head hit his chest. "Lookin good," Ryan said with a smile. His eyes looking over me. I blushed a little and said "Thanks Anderson".

I don't know how he always managed to make me feel like I couldn't breath when he would compliment me. I wasn't so used to hearing compliments as they were few and far between.

My mom always doted on my sister, the prettier, blonde, skinner one. As we got older she tried her damdest to push my sister Bethany on Ryan. Always telling him what a cute couple he would make with her. I know my mother loved me, she just put a lot of merit into looks and being thin. Honestly, I am surprised I never developed an eating disorder the way her and my sister picked on me about my weight.

We arrived at the TD Garden in Boston and took our seats and got ready for the draft to begin.

We sat down in the seats assigned to him and his family and he immediately took my hand.

I could tell that he was nervous, he always bounced his leg and couldn't sit still when he got like that.

I squeezed his hand and looked at him. I got lost in those eyes that I always wished would look at me as more than just a friend. I shook my head and gave him a smile.

"You got this Ry. You are going to go in the top 5 for sure," I said.

"How do you know? What if I didn't do enough? Maybe there were games if I tried harder I could have gotten that extra goal or assist? What if...."

"You did more than enough. You just need to try to relax and they'll call your name high, I promise you," I said giving him a reassuring smile.

We didn't have to wait to long to hear Ryan's name called. The Boston Bruins had third pick and their general manager went up to the podium and selected Ryan Anderson. We all cheered so loudly as he walked up to the podium and got his jersey and hat.

I was so proud of him that day and that memory is forever burned into my brain.

After the draft was over and Ryan was finished with all the paper work, we went back to the hotel. He asked if I wanted to come with him to a celebratory party the NHL was holding for all the players that got drafted. I was hesitant as I didn't want to be in the way, but the party was being held in the hotel we were staying at so I went.

At first when I got there Ryan never left my side making sure that I was okay. I was, but eventually he got pulled away and I was left hanging out by myself. I didn't know anyone and for a while I lost Ryan, but found him surrounded by other players that were drafted and gorgeous model like girls. Of course this is why he didn't come find me.

I was making my way over to tell him I was going back upstairs, when I heard one of the other guys say to Ryan.

"Hey what are you doing man what are you doing? Didn't you come here with your girlfriend. You know the one in the red dress who is ahh you know the bigger one", the guy said to him.

I stopped in my tracks and listened to Ryan's response.

"Oh who Alley, nahh she is just a friend and nothing more. Never will be anything more than that. Come on guys I can do better than that", he said and then went back to talking to one of the bimbos on his arm.

For a moment I couldn't breathe, I had never heard him talk about me like that. Usually it was, "This is Alley my best friend and number one girl".

He was never so cold and almost like he didn't want these guys or girls to know that we even were close friends.

I started to wonder if this is what he said to people when I wasn't around. My emotions were starting to get the best of me and not wanting to ruin his night I turned and walked out of the hall as quickly as my legs would carry me. Trying my hardest not to cry. Not wanting anyone to see how they picked at my insecurity and won.

I got to the room that I shared with Ryan and opened the door. Once inside all the feelings came out and I decided that night that I no longer knew this new Ryan and nor did I want to know this new Ryan.

I fell asleep before Ryan got in around 2:00 am.

In the morning I packed up my stuff as quietly as I could and took an Uber to airport to catch an earlier flight home.

I texted Mr. and Mrs. Anderson and let them know there was a family emergency and I needed to get home as soon as possible.

While I was at the airport waiting for my flight to board all the news stations in Boston were talking about the Bruins picking Ryan.

They all said that he would be a welcome edition to the team. A few of the female reporters commented on how handsome he was and I just scoffed.

Ryan texted me about leaving and I just ignored it. He tried about 3 more times and then just asked me to let him know I got home okay.

I got home and went straight to my room, not really wanting to talk to anyone, but of course my mom and Bethany had other plans.

My mom asked me about the night and I told her it was fine. I really didn't want to dig too deep into what happened.

"Well I guess now when Ryan moves to Boston you'll be able to get over this silly little fantasy about you two being together," she said to me.

"Yeah I guess," I said just shrugging.

Of course Bethany just had to put her two cents into the mix too.

"Do you think he'll still keep in contact with me? I mean I know we weren't as close as you two, but maybe I'll come with you if you visit him," she says winking and smiling.

"I don't know how much visiting I'll be doing, seeing as I am going to University Beth," I say.

"Oh come on Alley, you can visit him a couple of times with your sister. You know how much she has always liked him," my mom says.

"We'll see," I said back to her in an angry tone.

Ryan tried to come over that night when they got home.

My mom told him that I got in and went straight to my room and been there since the morning. She also told him that there was no family emergency that she knew of. Thanks for that one mom, I thought.

Ryan came upstairs and tried to talk with me, but I didn't want to hear it and ignored him till it was late and he went home.

I know it was childish not to hear him out, but my heart was broken and my pride was hurt. I had two days till I was off to University and he didn't know that I had been accepted or that I was in love with him and I would carry that one to the grave.

The day came where I was off to University and I was packing up my car, when I saw Ryan's car come down the street.

He stopped and got out looking all kinds of good. I looked up when someone grab my arm. It was Ryan, he looked at me confused.

He asked where I was going, so I told him about Western. He looked really hurt that I didn't tell him sooner and I said I was sorry.

"You know you are a really shitty liar", he said to me. "You were just going to leave and not tell me, till when?" he said yelling at me.

I looked up and said "Why would you care? I am sure you can find a some

one better than me", spitting his own words back at him.

I saw the look in his eyes as he realized I had heard everything and this is why I wasn't talking with him. He went to say something, maybe to explain what happened, but I stopped him and just said "Save it Anderson. I have been hurt by so many people, but I didn't think that would ever be you. Good luck in Boston, I know you will be great."

"Alley, wait please let me explain what you heard. It's not what you think," he said grabbing my wrist.

"I don't need an explanation Ryan. Is that how you talk about me to other people when they mistake me for your girlfriend and I am not around?" I say loudly.

"Of course not, it just caught me off guard and..., he said and I cut him off.

"And what? You were so repulsed by the thought of people thinking I was your girlfriend, that you had to tell them you could do better? Maybe my mom was right all these years and you are better off with Bethany. You both put too much clout into physical appearances," I say making him let go of my wrist.

I closed my trunk and got in my little golf and drove off.

That was the last time I talked to Ryan for 6 years.

That is until the day he walked into my clinic in Boston needing a consultation on a torn rotator cuff.