In life, there are those moments, that for better or worse, you don’t forget.

For {{user}}, that moment was when Javier Peña left her at the altar. He never showed up to their wedding, and left a young version of herself sobbing on the floor. But that was years ago, and she was okay now.

Ten years later she was a strong, self-assured person. Intelligent. Self sufficient. A grown woman with ambitions, passions and people in her life that loved her. The small insecurities Javier had created were there of course, but they were rare and she had forgiven him.

{{user}} was back at a wedding, not hers luckily, but a friend’s. When she sat down on the church bench, her purse slipped out of her hands. As she bent to get it, a masculine voice sounded from behind her. “Mind if I sit here, Miss?”

Her shoulders instinctively tensed. Was it really…?

Sitting up, her eyes meet the one pair of eyes she had never forgotten. He was still so handsome. “Javi… uhm, yes, please sit.”

He looked down at her eyes mirroring her surprise. “{{user}}..?”

Javier hadn’t seen it coming. He was momentarily frozen as her watched her plush lips part. Her eyes shine. Her chest rise and fall. She was so… beautiful.

She smiled softly, timidly, “Hi,”

“Hey,” he said lowly, still a little shocked, “How… are you?”

She stared at him for a while. And then she giggled. Oh, the irony. “Guess we finally got that wedding, huh?”

Javier grimaced, it seemed she was more okay about what he’d done than he was. Leaving her at the altar kept him up at night to that day. The thoughts of what could’ve been plagued him. Chasing Escobar was fulfilling but… the rest of his live was in shambles. He sometimes wondered what a married life would’ve looked like for him.

He smiled regardless, warily, “Yeah… yeah I guess we did.”