What a sight.

 You said you'd be right here as I go chase my dream which you influenced me to do so.

You said you wouldn't lie to me.

You said I'm gonna be the one you'd wait with my long white gown in this church.

You told me all that sweet stuff a guy in-love would say. Was it easy? Easy to let the freaking 7 years we've been together go? I just wanna know because it seems like it. I.... I can't even look at you straight in the eyes now.

Funny isn't it?

Funny how I wish you'd still ask me for a piece of gum, like you always do.

How I wish when I wake up one day you'd be right here singing me a lullaby.

How I wish we would take a week off and just go have a peaceful road-trips, while jamming to our favorite songs. LANY do be hitting hard.

Is this how it ends? Pathetic.

I thought we were better than this. Now you're just the cowboy in LA type of guy that I'll never have again.

"I do, father" three words that I wished I didn't hear. "I, David Lacson, take Gina Perez to be my wife. Today, surrounded by all of your loved ones, I choose you to be my lovely wife. I am proud to be your husband and to join my life with yours. I vow to support you, inspire you, and love you always. For as long as we both shall live, I will be by your side–for better or for worse, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer. You are my one and only today and every day. I promise to love you for eternity and to trust you with my credit card." You said those lovely words while crying. 

Why was I invited anyways? 

"Yes Lari! Suffer." I told myself while cursing under my breath. I legit wish I could just run away from this shit, and go sleep in my bed. 

Or maybe let the floor eat my flesh.

Yeah, I admit we were young. I thought that "Yeah this is the man, the man I will see every day first thing in the morning". I always liked fairytales, things that doesn't exist. Look where it got me, in-this-fucked-up-sight.