"I love you," you would say.
"I love you," I would reply.
I recall the happy moments when you were in my arms as I plant kisses on your neck.
I recall the way you laugh whenever I attack you with tickles on our couch, the way you stick your tongue out whenever you think I'm a narcissist.
I remember the sight of you cooking in the kitchen as I wrap my arms around your waist from behind.
These moments I treasure in my heart. These moments I would never forget. Your voice's the most beautiful song I heard. Each day I yearn to hear it.
Now, I watch you walk down the aisle. You're wearing a gorgeous white gown and a white veil. The piano echoed as it plays the usual song for this ceremony. Everyone looked happy and some even cried. I watched you with a smile. "You are truly the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on," I thought.
You walked the aisle... and passed by my seat, and went to the arms of your lover, your fiancé, your soon-to-be husband.
I lost you, didn't I?
I recalled the fights and the cries.
I recalled the day we broke up.
I recalled the day I tried to reach out to you.
I recalled the day you told me... we could still be friends.
I recalled the many times I wanted to be more than that again.
I recalled the day... you found someone else.
A tear fell from my eye as I answer my question. I did. I did lose you. You were my everything and I was yours. How did it come to this?
"I do," he said.
"I do," you said.
I watched you kiss your husband. I lost you, but I kept a smile on my face.
My friend, I hope you're happy. I will be okay as long as you are.
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Author's Notes
Just want to clarify. This was first written in Amino as a one shot fanfic that I made.
To my fellow Filipino, this was also written before the Jollibee commercial was aired. That means this story had nothing to do with the fat, red bee!
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