I am his wingman. He is mine. We met her the same day. Both of us love her. His love lived in real time. My love for her lived vicariously through him. In our hearts, she belongs to the both of us. We are connected out of love, loyalty, and brotherhood. Except she doesn't know it. But time and circumstances beckon now. I am stepping from behind the curtain to stand center stage. I am late, but I am here. I have not forgotten. And that is the only thing that matters. I am a man on a mission. A wingman's mission. I am the keeper of promises. I am the holder of secrets. And I am coming for her.