I knew I needed some time to process everything that had happened that night. I couldn't ignore the fact that seeing Ana again after all these years had stirred up so many emotions inside of me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, willing to relax and let go of the thoughts.
Learning that she was dating my cousin was too much to gulp. But they genuinely seemed happy together, and what Ash described to me about her over the call, now knowing her, I can understand why he was all head over heels for her. She is a person who would make you feel like that. Who you'll think about all the time, who will make you feel loved, and most importantly make you feel at home.
As I lay down to calm my racing heart, I couldn't help but enthrall the past. There was a time when we were inseparable. Destiny brought us back together in a way we both couldn't imagine. Seeing her with my cousin was a shock, no doubt. But as I watched them together, I couldn't deny the natural happiness on their faces. It was clear that they had a deep connection, and I couldn't begrudge them that.
I had always wondered what had happened to Ana after we drifted apart. Now I know. She had found happiness with someone else, and I couldn't help but feel mixed emotions. Happy for her because she deserved to be with someone who made her feel loved and cherished. And sad for myself, knowing that maybe we weren't destined together. She was my first real girlfriend.
Seeing Ash and Ana swirling together after dinner felt like Deja-vu. It brought back memories of dancing with Ana and becoming completely immersed in the music and each other. It was a lovely sight to witness. The way they danced in sync, and their smiles echoing one another. But this time, it was different. It wasn't me holding her in my arms. It was my cousin, Ash. It was a stark reminder of the reality that Ana and I had moved on, our paths diverging long ago. It brought a mixture of emotions flooding back, and I couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness deep within me. It was natural to feel a sense of loss, to question what could have been if circumstances had been different.
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