I let him go because I didn’t want to hurt him… I didn’t want him to mourn once I was gone. I wanted him to hate me… to forget me… I wanted him to cast me out of his life. I wanted him to go on, to live without me in his life. I wanted all this because I didn’t want him to see me like this; weak and pathetic. I didn’t want him to see me dying.

                 It shocked me how fast he moved on. But I’m happy, I guess. At least someone will be there for him… someone will help him forget me.

                 So now, here we are, in front of this altar. For so long, I dreamt of this moment… to stand beside him and say our vows. But who am I kidding? After all, I’m just the best man now.