The wedding was the next day. It was hard leaving his apartment. He told me he was happy for me… I could tell that wasn’t it. I mean I know Jack like the back of my hand and he had something else on his mind.

But either way I had to make my way to the ceremony. And I had to dress up in that tux. And I had to walk down the aisle, looking at the person I loved, but wasn’t marrying.

Jack wouldn’t look at me on my way down the aisle. He looked at the flowers or his shoes. His dark hair fell into his eyes. I sighed knowing it wasn’t my place to brush it back like my instincts told me I should.