It’s been five years. Five years since I let her go, thinking I needed someone else. Someone who could give me more, someone who could offer me a life with less struggle. But now, standing at the altar, preparing to marry this man, I realize what a fool I was.

I used to think she wasn’t enough. I told myself that money and status would bring me happiness, but what I really needed was her. She was the one who made me feel alive. She worked so hard for us, and I never truly appreciated it. All those days she spent working herself to the bone just for us, just for me, and I... I pushed her away.

When I saw her today, sitting there in the crowd, I couldn’t breathe. The memories hit me all at once. The way she used to smile at me, the way she’d wrap her arms around me like I was her entire world. And here I am, about to marry someone who isn’t her, and I know it’s wrong. I shouldn’t be here, walking down this aisle, knowing that my heart belongs to someone else.

As I walked toward my soon-to-be husband, I couldn’t help but glance at her. She was looking at me with those eyes, eyes that once held all the love I could ever need. And I realized, just in that moment, that I never stopped loving her.

I whispered to myself, “Still beautiful as ever...”