His Wedding

A few days ago was my ex's wedding. He invited me sometime before the event, so I wanted to pay my respect to him by attending his wedding.
So I did. I flew all the way just to attend it.
I went alone, things was a bit hectic that day, so it was more convenient for me to come as a single, rather than waiting for Mr.X or Ms.Y to escort me ...
I don't trust the human let alone to trust the Jakarta's traffic

The venue hall was so nicely decorated, I bet he planned this fairy-tale wedding for years in his mind.
They looked so happy, and that's the most important thing... They looked happy, I believe, they were and are very happy.
After a good firm handshake (and ofcz after I filled up my stomach...haha), I left.

Not long, a friend called, asking:
"Are you OK?"
A: I am. Yet none choose to believe that I am OK. They expect me to be broken down in tears.

"Don't u have any feeling left for him?"
A: if either of us still do, we won't break up in the first place, right?
I know this will be hard to believe, but I choose not to hate someone I used to love. I will not make him my enemy.

"How do you feel when u see him?"
A: same feeling when I see a wedding couple. No feeling. But I am glad that he is smiling. He must be happy

"Are you disappointed that he actually marries someone else?"
A: Ofcz not. I am glad he found his love

"Be strong, k? Don't let his wedding bring you down"
A: to tell you the truth, I believe the whole wedding stuff fits perfectly into his long-dreamt-dream. As grandeous and romantic as he always wanted (or used to, at least). But those were never my dream, I'd freaked out to fit into his romantic plan.
Again, I am glad and content that he found a beautiful someone who shares the same passion, love and romantic ideas. Someone who regards him as Prince Charming.

Congratz on your wedding.
Be Happy, always
Together