Another invite. I wish I can say that it unfazed me. But who am I kidding.
I truly wish her happiness. I really really do. The gown is gorgeous. The lilies are perfect. Her jewellery is eye-blinding, mind-numbing oppulence. She deserves to be so happy and I am furious with myself for feeling the way I do. I am just reeling from unfathomable sadness.
Before you jump to conclusions, no I am not in love with the groom.
Perhaps it was a good thing that my own relationship went bust before we got to the stage of finalising seating arrangements. It would be a sorry sight indeed if he splutters his goodbyes in between the exchange of teacups.
Anyway, it is all history now. Do I wish him well? Of course not. I can't afford such maturity just yet. At least I have stopped thinking up nefarious schemes of blowing up his life into tiny smithereens to be peck at by birds. Oh my, that sounded just a teeny weeny bitter.
You must agree that I am at least entitled to a rant after being cheated out of a wedding.
I hope it bloody floods at his.
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UPDATE: I just found out that he is married. With a kid. He sure didn't waste time in getting over me. I am not sore anymore but I was just a little shocked that I am so easy to forget. That is vanity on my part. Nevertheless, I am glad I moved on and I am much happier now. Silver linings indeed.
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