btw. did u get the taylor reference? :)
And when she turned around to her friend standing next to her, she saw him. With another girl. Walking down the aisle. Holding hands. Smiling.
And right then and there she suddenly realised what everyone was talking about when they called something a heartbreak.
Not only could she understand it, she felt it. In her bones, in her head and mostly in her heart. How could people when breaking up with their significant other be so down for weeks? She had seen that syndrome on many of her friends, comforted them, tried to cheer them up, but understand what they were going through? No. Never. She had always thought to herself, "Why don't they just push those thoughts away?" or "Why would they be sad, they should be releaved!" But now, she understood.
And even if they weren't kissing, or even touching. She just knew that was it. That was the moment, one of them had moved on. And it wasn't her. He had found someone new. She was no longer the person he would call if something happened, text when he was missing her, take onto walks when the snow was sparkling so pretty in winter. For that place, there was now a new person to fil it.
Her hands started shaking, her breath became uneven, her eyes were darting nervously around the hallway. She tried to stay calm but the feelings were overwhemling.
" I have to go to the bathroom", she heard herself say. "Should I come with you?", a friend asked. "No.." she answered and started walking away, her nails gouging into her palms.
While she was walking up the stairs, her thoughts were spinning in her head. What was that? Just a friend? okay, maybe a friend of a friend? Maybe he was trying to help a friend out! That must it be! She tried calming herself with reasuring thought but while she was imagining all kind of scenarios in which that girl was only some kind of platonic friend to him, even tho she had never seen them together before, she knew deep down, that was not only some kind of platonic friend. With him walking aroung with that new girl, she somehow knew, he had just ended things, how they had still been between them forever.
There would'nt be anymore walks together, anymore late night calls, anymore messages when she was sad or overwhelmed, no more hours of fighting over her choices and his point of views, no more "but i love you", no more "we will never work". Because now, they would never work. Because now he had moved on. He had done, what she would have never imagined any of them to do. Somehow she had thought, they would go on like this forever: Knowing they could never actually be together, but would still spend their time together, still caring abut each other. Now he cared about a new girl.
Would he make her breakfast? Would he carry her bags to his car now? Would he introduce her to his mother now? To his grandmother? Would he support her choices? Would they plan a future together? So many "will he treat her better than me's". All those things he could never give to her, would he give them now to his new girl? .....
