The Bruins were supposed to win. With all due respect to the Chicago Blackhawks, a fine organization and a terrific hockey club, the Stanley Cup was supposed to come to Boston. While a big piece of shiny silver will never, ever come close to making up for what happened on a sunny Monday in April on Boylston Street, a Bruins Stanley Cup win would have continued the ongoing healing process. Sports’ most famous trophy would have rolled down Boylston and through the city’s sometimes dizzying layout, epitomizing the city’s resolve. It’s not like the Bruins didn’t have adversity to face. They wanted so desperately to win for the city. They knew the part they would play. They knew what they could do, even if it was just bringing a smile to a face for a day here and there. It will be tough to shake the look on Chris Kelly’s face on the night of April 17. The Boston center stood in front of his locker looking ready to cry as he explained how badly he wanted to win the game, the first game since the Boston Marathon bombings, for the city of Boston. “We wanted to go out there and win that hockey game,” he emphatically stated. “I’m disappointed that we didn’t. We wanted to give the city something to be happy about.” That was once again a driving factor for the Bruins into the playoffs. When they went down 4-1 in Game 7 of the first round against Toronto, they looked all but finished. Then, like those who share the city they now call home, they got up off the canvas. They fought back and they won. From there, they rolled. It seemed too perfect. Here they were, just a few months removed from doing their part in the healing process, just four wins away from the Stanley Cup. Then three. Then two. It just wasn’t meant to be.