Our relationship was perfect. I loved her and she loved me. I would always tell her I love her, I would always tell her I miss her. I give her all types of love languages. Words of affirmation, act of service, quality time, physical touch, receiving gifts. She would always also say she wants to get married. And she did, but not with me.

Now, I watch my first love walk down the aisle as her groom wait for her. Oh how I wish I could be him. I'm happy for her yet.. a part of my heart aches