They pour champagne into your glasses and hand them to you and your bride. The glasses click together and you give each other a kiss.
Everyone at the wedding is happy for you and is enjoying the festivities.
I remember when you used to look at me like that. Actually no you never looked at me like that. You make eye contact with me for a second but turn away.
Because you don't care. You met her and that's all that matters. In the apartment we shared all the fights, all the highs and lows don't matter anymore.
Six months after you break me by telling me after two years into our relationship that you just can't fall in love. I receive an invite to your wedding.
Merci pour la lecture!