"God damn, I don't believe it."
I ran my fingers along the raised engraving of the wedding invitation. I can't believe she invited me.
What special form of torture is this? It's like inviting a homeless man to watch someone buy a Ferrari.
Of course, I'd been hurt if I hadn't been invited and had to listen to others in our circle planning to attend.
Does she know I have feelings for her? What am I to do with them? Is she just being polite?
Till then, just stand back in the shadows and mourn.
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