Wild Lives.

Regrets

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I regret attending that wedding reception. Though he and i were civil. The pain still lingers like it's the time we split up long ago. As my heels stepped on the granite floor. I saw him, his smile was different but better. His hand never left her perfect shaped waist, using his free hand to greet people as a matter of respect. My mouth felt dry and my heart thudded like it's going to fail in any second. His eyes looked at me and his genuine smile turns to a flat grin. And just for a second my glossed lips twitched, though i tried to look at him. I couldn't. His bride politely nods to me and shook my hand. My brown eyes turned glassy and i fought not shed a tear. Finally a small grin appeared on my countenance. Still i didn't blink and my stare was glued to him. I missed that perfect face. Blue eyes,full thin lips and his bronzed hair styled to his content. Now then i breathed. And it felt hard to be in his presence. I felt, not wanted here. I ended with another smile and headed outside, where the tears i fought started the monsoon. It was clear in my eyes that he was happy and i wanted that for him. Happiness. But surely i wasn't the reason for his smile.