A wedding, for me, is also a reunion.
The ceremony is supposed to bring
the people, close to the heart of the bride and groom, to witness their union.
Close to the heart? That's what I
thought.
But, recently, I felt more
disconnected than reunited.
Makisig and Mutya got married days
after my twin brother's wedding.
Mutya and I are close. When Makisig
started asking her out, I told her to give him a chance. We're not in high
school anymore, and maybe this time, the relationship would work.
I was one of the first to know that
she finally said yes to being Makisig's girlfriend after months of courtship.
We're so close, that she even
offered me a spot as one of the secondary sponsors in her entourage for her
wedding. She knew, then, that it was too early to be thinking about marriage,
but she felt it in her heart that Makisig is the one who she'd be spending her
lifetime with.
And she was right.
But what happened was, I was never
part of the wedding entourage. And to make it worse, I wasn't even invited to
their wedding.
Months after, it was Sweet's time to
walk the aisle.
So how close am I to Sweet?
I was always there, a shoulder to
lean on, during her past two heartaches.
I looked after her, and made sure
that she makes the right decisions. Cliche as it may sound, heartaches can
cloud people's judgment. And I love her so much, I wouldn't want her to screw
up her life because she's hurt.
I helped her move on until she finds
love again. And she did.
She got married a couple of weeks ago, and yes,
I wasn't invited to her wedding. And the worst part? I only knew through
Facebook.
Being not invited sucks!
But that's nothing compared to how
little they both valued the friendship that we had.
