So, last Saturday was the day my then-best-friend and my ex boyfriend got married.
I was invited of course, because now we're friends again,
so I went there with other friends,
and my cousins too since we were that close, before.
The wedding was, dude, it was super grand I bet the bride father spent hundreds thousands on it, it was like a fairytale, it was awesome.
I cried a little when I hugged her. No, not little. I was sobbing the whole way back, I even cried in my sleep.
Not because I'm frustrated or something, but it felt like a burden has been taken off of my shoulder.
It felt like half of me is flying away I don't even have to worry about anything right now.
Not that I have to worry about anything in the first place, but yeah.
I'm glad things turned out like this.
What I actually want to write is about things I couldn't say straight to their face.
I hope she read this, even though in million years, she won't even get to read this.
Dear Mimin,
I was so selfish, I even made you choose between us.
I was so greedy back then, I wanted you all by myself.
I wonder what will happen if you choose me.
Would we even stay friends until now?
But I'm glad you chose the other party anyway,
because all I realized was that we bounced back to each other.
And you get to have both of us.
I'm glad I am the medium of your love,
that's the least I could do for you.
I am happy you've found your love,
I'm happy you're obviously happy.
I pray a lot for your marriage. InsyaAllah, amin.
I loved you then, I love you now, and I will always love you.
Syafa.
And yes, to the groom,
Dude, you just rock.
