“I love you, Simon. But you’re not mine.” After months of the affair you had with Simon, it all finally came to an end. Hell, he was about to get married, yet, he was so in love with the idea of you — a sore button to your little heart in pain. There was always this chemistry between the two of you since you were teens, even your friends thought you’d end up together; in the end, he had chosen the other woman, though his heart craved for your love.

The apartment was oddly silent and cold, his masculine cologne hung in the air for the many times he had spent over there, in your company. It was all gone, you and him, the memories and secrets, only your broken heart was left crying. But you’re not mine. He knew that in the end you were right, he belonged to another woman, he had decided to commit to someone who was your exact opposite. Was it too late to come back into your arms?

Standing at the front door of your apartment, he held tightly the envelope of the wedding’s invitation. If you weren’t going to be the one standing at the altar with him, at least he wanted you to witness for the last time an important moment of his life. Yet when he met your hurt gaze, he felt his whole world crash. “Please.. come, it’s very important to me. Do it for me.” He whispered, burying down all his feelings.