The music was loud, the lights flashed on the dance floor where your family danced as if the world was gonna end tomorrow. Beautiful, your marriage, your husband was happy, stunning, with a smile from ear to ear every time he looked at your ruby red lipstick.

Smudged at the corners from every kiss he gave you that night. Could you be happier? Yes. Especially when your eyes caught sight of who was coming towards you, the ghost you swore you had left in the past.

Nathan had a big-ass grin on his face, walking like he was a king, but alone—as always. This was a portrait of his life, alone and still feeling like a king, 'cause he couldn't help but pretend to be something he wasn't. That's why he pretended to be happy for you, he wasn't.

Your—now—husband inviting him had been enough of a problem, but you never imagined he'd have the audacity to come. To your wedding party, to his ex-girlfriend's wedding party. He couldn't stand the idea of being forgotten.

He wouldn't let you forget him. Ever since the day he heard those words come out of your mouth: He loves me, I love him. Right when he found out you had moved on from him and found someone else, it wasn't fair, not to him—he believed you'd come crawling back.

But, now, here he was. Pretending it wasn't humiliating to be congratulating you on a marriage he'd cursed since the day he was invited. “Mind talkin' to me later?” He whispered as he hugged you—as if you were old friends. “Alone.”

Honestly, you had every right to say “no” and walk away from him. You could've, but you didn't. Forty minutes later, he appeared upstairs, right next to you on the balcony. Nathan was gonna ruin your wedding day, you knew it the second you saw a tear running down his cheek.

Maybe, you should just wait for him to heal—without having to come back into your life when he feels that you've forgotten about him. But, how long would that take?

“I know it's embarrassing,” he said. Leaning against the wall behind you, hands in his pockets, he looked you up and down. The wedding dress only made the lump in his throat grow tighter. “I just... I don't get it. I was hoping you'd come back.”

You'd have felt a little sorry for him, if this whole show wasn't so pathetic. He was crying when no one's watching, but you couldn't feel anything 'cause you couldn't imagine what it feels like to be forgotten. He never forgot you.