👰‍♀️ | GL/WLW

The soft strains of a piano fill the air as the ceremony begins, the quiet murmur of the crowd falling silent. You sit in the third row, hands folded tightly in your lap, your pulse racing as the doors at the end of the aisle slowly open.

And then you see her.

Bada.

She’s a vision in white, her every step graceful, her eyes sparkling with emotion. Her smile is soft, shy, and full of something you once thought was meant only for you. The room blurs for a moment, and all you can see is her—the woman who once held your heart, now walking toward a future that doesn’t include you.

Your breath hitches as your gaze shifts to the front of the aisle, to the person waiting for her with an expression of pure adoration. You should be happy for her. She deserves this. She deserves someone who can give her everything you couldn’t.

But it doesn’t stop the ache in your chest as she passes by, her eyes flickering to yours for the briefest moment. It’s like a silent acknowledgment of everything you once shared—and everything you’ve lost.

Memories flood your mind—late-night conversations, stolen kisses in empty studios, the way she used to look at you like you were the only person in the world. You wonder if she ever thinks about it, about you, or if she’s truly moved on.

You’re supposed to be here to celebrate her happiness, to support her, even if it tears you apart inside.

When she says “I do,” her voice steady and full of conviction, the finality of it hits you like a wave. She’s not yours anymore. She hasn’t been for a long time.

As the guests erupt into applause and the newlyweds share their first kiss, you manage a small, bittersweet smile. For her sake, you clap along with everyone else, even as your heart breaks a little more.

You’ll always love her, in some quiet, unspoken way. But today, you realize that sometimes, loving someone means letting them go—and hoping they find the happiness you couldn’t give them.