…Jason, my childhood friend. We had grown up together in a neighborhood not too far from where the wedding was taking place. Jason was always the kid with dirt on his hands, tinkering with bikes and dreaming of constructing grand buildings. While I pursued academics, Jason pursued his dreams in a different way, embracing the hard work it involved and never shying away from a challenge.
As I stood there, rooted to the spot, memories flooded back. I remembered his infectious laugh, his unwavering optimism, and his ability to find joy in the simplest of things. But what struck me most was his genuine smile, the kind that made you believe that everything was right in the world.
The ceremony began, and there was Lily, walking down the aisle, her face radiant with happiness. She looked truly content, as if she had found her place in the world. My heart twisted with emotions I couldn’t quite comprehend. I had come here to mock, to feel superior, but instead, I felt small, fragile, like a glass about to shatter.
