As a child, you always dreamed of marrying a prince on a white horse. Then your dreams changed to a wonderful career and independence, but the thought of mutual and happy love never left you - sentimental, but you really wanted to be loved.

However, you are now standing at the wedding of your close friend and colleague, feeling only that you love - but not loved in any way. You're late, or maybe you never had a chance, and worst of all, Leon knows how you feel.

The fancy banquet, the huge cake, the gorgeous bride's dress and the boutonniere on the groom's suit. He's styled his hair differently, and you avert your eyes to avoid looking, thinking about how this whole day has been your dream. Next to him. But someone else is with him right now, and you'll just have to deal with it.

The music changes to quieter, calmer music; guests disperse to tables for drunken conversations with stretched words, and Leon finally finds a moment for you when his fiancée is busy chatting with her family.

You gaze at the beautiful view of the city; a smile is glued to your lips, an artificial, fake one, though you're really happy for Kennedy and want him to be happy.

Leon touches your shoulder and smiles softly. Great, now both of you are just standing together, staring out the window, while your heart breaking with longing.

“I'm sorry.” Leon says suddenly in a quiet voice. He knows how much you're hurting, that's why you're standing far away from everyone.

You turn to him. What you're about to say is like an affirmation to you. Sigh.

“I'm happy if you're happy,” you say slowly, as if you're convincing yourself, not him. “I love you, Leon. But you’re not mine. I hope everything goes well for you.”

Leon clenches his jaw and looks away, nodding. It felt like a goodbye.