The Wedding

I was walking in the middle of the street, late at night. I can’t sleep, something is bothering me, or accurately speaking, someone is bothering me. “Tomorrow is the day” , I said. Then I looked up the sky. Everything seems to be beautiful, the twinkling stars and the crescent moon seems to be the most beautiful moon I ever seen for years. “It’s 11 o’clock, I should sleep now. I should wake up early tomorrow.”  

                It’s already 8am but I’m still sleeping. My mother’s yell woke me up.

Mom: Hey! Wake up! It’s Claire and Meil’s wedding! You’re the maid of honor, remember?

                Yeah. I know. That’s why I don’t want to wake up. “Why do you have to say the whole detail?” Yeah. It’s my cousin and my ex-boyfriend’s wedding. It’s kinda awkward because my family didn’t knew that we had a relationship years ago. I was surprise to know that my cousin is dating him. I wish she is happy, she’s my ever beloved cousin after all. Meil would just smile at me, we decided to forget the past and pretend that we don’t know each other. Although it hurts, I agreed on our pact. But how can I forget the past when all of it was my only hope to have him back? I still love him, I know. But he will be my cousin-in-law, soon to be the father of my nephews and nieces.

                At the church, the entourage began. It’s my turn to walk down the aisle. I’m wearing a pink gown, floor-length gown embellished with studs. I composed myself and flashed the sweetest smile I could give. Meil stared at me. I smiled at him and he did the same. I am sitting in the front pew. There, I can see my cousin, walking down the aisle, wearing a very beautiful gown and a beautiful smile. They exchanged vows and promises to each other. How I wish I was his bride. How I wish I was the one exchanging vows with him.

Priest: I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.

                “They’re official.”, I said with a weakening voice, head bowed down. As I raised my head, I saw them kissing passionately. Meil just forgot about me, about us, and about our promises and memories with each other. At the reception area, all are having fun, the guest signaled the newly-wed couple to kiss, the belled the wine glasses using their fork. I, on the corner, told my mom to give my regards and best wishes to the couple and left the reception. I can’t stand to see them so happy while I am experiencing so much sadness.