I walked into the diner, the scent of coffee and sizzling bacon filling the air, but what really took my breath away was the sight of her. There, in the corner booth by the window, sat my first love—wearing a white wedding dress. The sight was almost too surreal, like a scene from a dream I didn’t want to wake up from. I froze for a moment, my heart pounding as memories of our past flooded my mind. I never expected to see her again, let alone in such a way, and the overwhelming wave of emotions made my legs feel weak.
She looked up and saw me standing there, her face lighting up with a bittersweet smile. I could see the hesitation in her eyes, the same uncertainty I remembered from when we first met. She gestured for me to sit down, and my mind raced with questions. Why was she here, dressed in a wedding gown, sitting alone in a diner of all places? Was she waiting for someone? Could it be… him?
As I sat across from her, I struggled to find the right words, but she beat me to it. “I… I’m getting married today,” she said softly, her voice trembling slightly. “But not to who you think.” Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. It took everything in me not to show the hurt I felt. She continued, explaining that her fiancé had backed out at the last minute, but she couldn’t bring herself to call off the wedding. So, she came here alone, to reflect, to face the reality of what had gone wrong in her life. The sadness in her eyes mirrored my own, and I knew then that everything we had shared was truly in the past.
The silence between us grew heavier as I processed her words. She had once been my everything, and seeing her now, so lost and distant, shattered the pieces of my heart that I thought were long healed. I wanted to reach out, to tell her I still cared, but instead, I simply nodded, my throat too tight to speak. “I hope you find happiness,” was all I could manage to say before standing up and leaving, my heart breaking with every step I took away from the diner, away from the girl I once loved.
