Sarah was my childhood love. I loved her even before I knew I did. She was my neighbour and along with Paul my best friend we were thick as thieves, always playing together. We even went to the School prom together.
I left school and found my perfect job, down south, our bond drifted apart after finding new friends. Leaving home was easy, it felt like I had grown up and matured as a person. It didn’t even bother me when Paul called me to tell me that he had kissed Sarah on a night out.
Now here I was standing in line waiting to meet and greet the Bride and Groom on their wedding day.
Do I hate myself for leaving? Do I regret not fighting for her? I’d have done anything for Sarah to be happy and looking at her, she was the happiest girl in the universe.