The morning began like any other, but it was my wedding day. Friends buzzed around, laughter filled the air. I felt cold. Why was I feeling this way? I should be happy. I kept asking myself if I really wanted this. <\/p>\n
Sita and I had been together for three years. The memories flooded my mind. I remembered his smile, the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his favorite music. I missed the way he would hum those tunes softly when he thought no one was listening. <\/p>\n
Before the big day, I had pretended everything was fine. We had broken up two years before. I told myself I was ready to move on. I dated others, even got engaged to someone else. But Sita never truly left my mind. <\/p>\n
I thought about that first evening we spent together. We sat at our favorite caf\u00e9, sipping hot chocolate. He pulled out a worn-out notebook and showed me sketches of places he wanted to visit. Those simple dreams felt so real then. <\/p>\n
On my wedding morning, I opened the door to find an envelope resting on the porch. My hands trembled as I picked it up. The paper felt heavy. As I opened it, Sita’s familiar handwriting welcomed me like an old friend. <\/p>\n
He wrote about the time apart. He spoke of regret and how he wished he had said something sooner. \u201cI loved you the whole time,\u201d he wrote. My heart dropped. Did he really mean it? <\/p>\n
Sita had his reasons for leaving. He wanted to pursue his dreams, and I wanted stability. Those choices pushed us apart. I didn\u2019t want to admit that I sometimes resented him for it. Did I push him away too? <\/p>\n
The letter shattered the perfect day I had planned. Instead of celebrating, I stood frozen. My friends fussed around me, adjusting my veil, and I forced a smile. Inside, I was falling apart. <\/p>\n
I had missed Sita\u2019s laugh. I missed late nights talking about nothing. The silence between us was painful. I used to think I was strong for letting him go. Now, I didn’t feel strong at all. <\/p>\n
Later, I found myself in the bathroom, staring at my reflection. I should be excited, but all I felt was confusion. Have you ever loved someone you just could not keep? I wondered if my love had changed into something else. <\/p>\n
The wedding ceremony began. I walked down the aisle and managed to keep my smile. Everyone in the room believed I was happy. But within me, the letter played on repeat like a haunting melody. <\/p>\n
My partner stood at the altar, waiting. His face brightened when he saw me. It should have made me feel warm inside. Instead, my heart felt heavy. I remembered Sita\u2019s letter. I remembered how much I wanted Sita back.<\/p>\n
After the ceremony, friends flooded us with hugs and cheers. I walked through a crowd of familiar faces. Everyone had high hopes for us, but I kept thinking about Sita. I stood there, feeling like a ghost among them.<\/p>\n
Even at the reception, I could hardly focus. I glanced at the cake, someone asked me to dance, and I smiled, but my mind drifted. I thought of Sita\u2019s sketches. I remembered one in particular \u2014 a small beach with palm trees and golden sand. He wanted to take me there someday. <\/p>\n
During a lull, I excused myself and headed outside. The night air felt crisp against my skin. I whispered to myself, \u201cThis is supposed to be my happy day.\u201d Yet the letter weighed heavily on my heart.<\/p>\n
I opened the envelope again, tracing each word as if I could will my feelings to change. I thought about what I would say if I saw him again. I wasn\u2019t sure if I could tell him I still loved him.<\/p>\n
When I closed my eyes, I could almost hear his laughter. The way he looked at me as if I lit up his world. I often wondered what could have been if we had just tried harder. Was it too late for us now?<\/p>\n
Days turned into weeks after the wedding. I moved into my new life, but Sita lingered in my mind. I found myself holding onto memories, like the worn-out book he had filled with dreams. <\/p>\n
I kept it tucked in a drawer, a reminder of what we had. Maybe I should have thrown it away. But every time I touched it, memories rushed back. <\/p>\n
One day, I walked past our caf\u00e9. My heart raced, but I hesitated. Should I go in? I remembered him drawing on napkins, sharing silly thoughts. <\/p>\n
Did he think of me, or had he truly moved on? Maybe I was just holding on to the past. Maybe he was moving forward with his dreams. <\/p>\n
In moments alone, I wondered how to get closure. But as I stared at the dusty notebook again, questions filled my mind. What if? Would it even matter now? <\/p>\n
Finally, I sat on my bed, notebook open, and wrote Sita a letter. I poured my heart into those pages, just like he once did. I told him I thought of him often and missed our connection.<\/p>\n
I hoped he would read it someday. I never sent it. There were no answers to be found in a letter. Just a reminder of what was. <\/p>\n
As I placed it back in the drawer, I felt lighter. Maybe that was the answer I needed. The memories would stay, and I had to learn to carry them without pain. <\/p>\n
Sometimes, I still think about that day. The day my heart was pulled in two directions. The wedding day should have been perfect, but I was left questioning everything. <\/p>\n
Could I let Sita go? Or was I always going to carry a part of him with me? The answer still eludes me. Yet, I find comfort in knowing I still hold onto who I was back then. <\/p>\n
Standing in front of that drawer, I knew I would always cherish those memories. I just, I can’t even. I really can’t.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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