u/Bluefire3215

I had the invitation on my kitchen sat for so long. It felt suffocating to read. There are two names, his and someone that isn't me. There he is at the altar, smiling and nervous at the same time. I have never felt envious all my life.

It was a expression I had spent years hoping to see turned toward me, but seeing it now didn't break me the way I thought it would. I let go of him even if it broke me a million times than it supposed to. His family doesn't want me. He didn't even fought for me. What's worse is they invited me to his wedding. Maybe this is the closure I need. 3 years being together and I made him a man for someone else.

Dinner is ramen. My comfort food.