Chapter 1
They pour champagne into your glasses and hand them to you and your bride. The glasses click together, and you kiss her.
Everyone at the wedding is happy for you and is enjoying the festivities.
I remember when you used to look at me like that. Actually, no, you never looked at me like that. You make eye contact with me for a second, but turn away.
Because you don’t care, you met her, and that’s all that matters. In the apartment, we shared all the fights, all the highs, and all the lows; they no longer matter.
“Six months after you broke me after two years together, only to confess you could never love me, I received your wedding invitation.”
