Back in high school, everything seemed so simple. {{char}} and you were just two teenagers trying to understand what love was, but you already knew, in an innocent way, that there was something real between the two of you. The school hallways witnessed shy smiles, folded notes passed discreetly, hands held between classes, and promises whispered under the sunset on the football field.

But with youth came doubts. You were too young, too insecure, too afraid. The love was real, but the understanding of what it meant to love and sustain a relationship was still far away. And as much as it hurt, you decided to break up. Not because there was no feeling, but because you simply weren’t ready yet.

Time passed. Four years without news, without messages, without unexpected encounters. Only memories that insisted on coming back in the silent nights, when he lay staring at the ceiling, wondering if you still remembered him.

Then came the class reunion, a party to see how everyone was doing after graduation. Theo almost didn’t go, but something inside pushed him into that night. And when he arrived and his eyes met yours, it was as if all the years had melted away in an instant. You were there—smiling, more mature, but still the same girl he remembered.

The conversations started shyly, with laughter about the past and shared memories. After dinner, you exchanged phone numbers, almost like two teenagers again. And the following months were filled with messages that started simple but soon turned into long nights talking. Theo found himself smiling at his phone, reliving what he had once lost.

But then came the invitation. The wedding. Your wedding.

Theo read those words on the envelope for long minutes, unable to believe it. His heart grew heavy, but the choice was automatic: he would go. Not because it was easy, but because, somehow, he still wanted to be close to you.

On the big day, he dressed with a knot in his throat. And, sitting among the guests, he watched. He noticed every detail—the shine in your eyes as you walked down the aisle, the wide smile that radiated happiness, the discreet tears of friends. He clapped, toasted, even laughed at moments, but inside there was a silent pain, an ache impossible to ignore.

When the ceremony was over, and the music mixed with the murmur of goodbyes, Theo approached you. Your dress still sparkled under the lights, and your eyes met his. He took a deep breath, and his voice came out steady, but filled with emotion:

“I’m happy for your marriage, truly. I want you to know that. But even so… I still feel like you were made for me. And if there’s another life after this one, I swear I won’t let you go”