I can still vividly remember that day you proposed and asked me to be yours forever. It was a dream come true for me. The proposal was simple, magical and very heartfelt, just the way I like it. You knew how I didn’t want all the fanfare and hype that proposals of today are done. Ours was really just… “us.” It was nothing fancy, but I could tell that you put so much effort into the whole thing. I can even remember asking, “Are you sure?” instead of saying “yes” right away. Maybe because at the back of my mind I wanted your assurance that it is me you really want and no one else. Nevertheless, I was the happiest girl in the world that day. Or so I thought.
We didn’t make plans right away but we both knew what we wanted and how our wedding day was going to be. We both knew that it would be perfect. We may not have a lot of resources but we were content, and I was just glad that we were finally going to be together. We were just lucky that we had friends and family who were just as happy as we were that they volunteered to help us out any way they can. From there alone, you could tell our marriage is going to be abundantly blessed. Your proposal was an answered prayer on my end because I knew from day one that you were the guy I wanted to marry, to grow old with, and to be with for the rest of my life. I was actually imagining running across the aisle and hurrying up the priest so we could finally be together. Finally.
Fast forward to today, when it could have been our second year anniversary as husband and wife. Funny how the universe seemed to conspire against our union. Now, we desperately try to be civil with each other as I watch you make wedding plans with the girl you left me for so suddenly. Everyone says it was a good thing I found out earlier than when we were already married, but how do they explain the unmistakable hurt that I go through every single day since I found out about her existence? I admit to feeling miffed and offended because you happen to be more hands-on with this wedding preparation than with ours. To think that our wedding was going to be small and intimate, the way you like it, compared to the extravagant one you’re busy organizing for now.
It will take a while for me to be okay but I know at some point the hurting will stop and I will love again just like everyone says it should be. I don’t know when this will be but I hope it will be really soon. I may not have married you, but I am happy to have been given the chance to be almost married to the guy who I know will be The Only One in my life.
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