The Girl

She was betrayed

The bride and I are best friends. The groom and I were lovers... until they met. 

People cheered for them and little by little, I was excluded out of the picture. I was left alone while they made the most out of everything. I was left miserable while they're the happiest. 

He made everything he did to me to her: kissed her in the rain, cooked for her when she was sick, cuddled with her until they fell asleep. He even asked her parents her hand to marry. She loved her to bits and pieces. He loved her more than he loved me.

He made her so happy. He knew exactly what to say to her at the right times. He didn't judge her, he stuck up for her. He was always there for her... just as he did for me.

I'm putting on my wisteria open back laced dress for the hottest wedding on town. My hair is tied in to a bun, and I'm wearing the necklace he gave to me on our sixth year. Funny how we lasted for so long, yet we still didn't end up together.

 I lock my house and got the keys of my car. I'm attending my dream wedding: fairytale-themed, purple tulips on the side of the aisle, the perfect guy who stole my heart since day one waiting for me in front of the altar.

I arrive just in time, just in time to witness the kiss that will seal their hearts until forever. I turn my back as the tears start to fall. What ifs and could have beens are corrupting my mind.

Four years Royce, was that long enough for you to replace me with my bestfriend?