But Samantha Jones was very, very wrong.
Go back again to that cold November day. That was the day Samantha Jones stole Bobby Flanagan’s heart and she didn’t even know it.
That was the day when he saw her shy, lop-sided smile, and sensed the lonely, sweet sadness that she had successfully hidden from everyone…even from her best friend Mel.
That was the day when Bobby fell completely in love with Sam…not yet even knowing her name…just knowing somehow that loving her and making her happy was more important to him than anything else he would ever do.
But he was so young…only 16…too young then to understand completely such powerful feelings…much less able to share them, even with the one he loved so much.
Easier to set them aside for the moment…easier to smile…and so he did.
Bobby often hid his true feelings behind a mask of brashness and cockiness that came easy to a wickedly handsome Irish boy whose charm unsettled all the girls who met him.
Yes…Bobby loved Sam, perhaps more even than she loved him…bu he never really told her…never shared with her how much he needed her…how much of his happiness depended on hers…how much her laughter and sweet innocence brightened his every day…how much joy he felt whenever he was near her.
He never let her know how necessary she was to the simple existence of his every day. Had she only known, Sam would have been bound to him forever…but he never told her.