It did not occur to him that ‘they’ were really ‘over’.
Maybe he had trouble accepting it. Or did not believe it.
Not when she said that she saw her future, and it did not have him.
Not when she said that they could still remain good friends… just good friends.
Not when he’d gotten to know from mutual friends that her family had started “looking”.
Not when she happened to casually mention to him that there was pressure on her to ‘settle down’ soon.
Not when she called him up to tell him that she was getting engaged. He remembered the awkward phone conversation when she broke the news to him. He had done the customary ‘congratulations’ bit, but the delay (even if for a split-second) was too obvious.
Not when he saw the engagement pictures splayed all over her profile (and her friends’).
Sitting in that wedding hall, seeing her walk onto the mandap…and into another man’s life. That was the most difficult moment in his life - ever.
To see her standing next to another man.
To see her becoming his.
To see that happiness in her eyes.
To see the scene which he had always imagined of, several times - with her.
He regretted attending the wedding. He wasn’t even sure why he did.
Maybe for the much needed closure. Maybe.