Hello, you.
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I heard you’re getting married. Just saw a random pre-wedding picture of you and her.
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You seemed happy. Her skin glowed against the last rays of light from the sunset… And she seemed happy,too…
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Several years ago, it was what we planned — to be wed… But now, you’ll be wed to someone else. Someone who’s not me.
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The sunset? It was part of it, too. You knew how I love sunsets…
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I can still remember the way you whispered in my ear that you’ll marry me under a sunset…
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It’s ironic that I am looking at a very new photograph and yet it seems like it’s all too familiar, which makes me feel nostalgic and melancholic at the same time…
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But…
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Why am I even writing this in the first place?