mine.
The man standing at the podium, beaming with joy and love, was my own doppelgänger in another life. His hair was a little longer, his posture slightly relaxed, but the essence of me was unmistakably there. It was as if I was looking into a mirror reflecting what could have been, had my path taken a different turn.
His name was Daniel. I learned it from snippets of conversation I overheard as I stood frozen among the guests, grappling with disbelief. Daniel was a man who had taken a different path, one grounded in humility and genuine connection, rather than ambition and status. Here he was, a working-class hero in every sense, marrying the woman I once truly loved.
