Lets finish the story and move on.
As we walked out along the isle, he moved into the line right in front of me. Either he didn’t see me, or he pretended not to see me. After we congratulated the bride we went to the reception hall for pre-drinks. I was aware of him at all time, trying to steal a glance of him and his girlfriend. I must sound pathetic, but I just wanted to see if they looked happy. Our table was situated just opposite to theirs, so I had a clear view of them. They really looked happy. They danced even though neither of them have rhythm. I could see it was their first time dancing together. They got better.
I was really sad, but I remember thinking to myself that it was necessary for me to see them happy to be able to accept that we will not be together. And I would have left it at that, but then
…he almost snapped his neck to see with whom I’m dancing when a friend asked me to dance.
…he walk past my table, we made eye contact and he didn’t break it as he walked by. I was the first to look away.
This made it a little more difficult to accept circumstances and move on. It made me hold on to that little hope that was still left, but now, three weeks later I can say that I’m really happy for him. It’s difficult to let go of something you’ve been holding on for so long, but I honestly believe that