Move on..

Well, I thought I have get over my first love.. over the years.. but in the end, she was always in my mind, in my heart...

I go and attend her wedding dinner with my primary school friends last sat... My first love was very happy with her hubby. He is my secondary school classmate...
The whole night was very hard for me to carry on staying there to watch them so lovely together..I stay on throughout the 9 courses dinner..I drank a lot of red wine.. thinking abt 7 half glasses of red wine and a full glass mixture with plain water of brandy. Even my friends afraid I will drunk and do something... lucky I was not drunk but I was a bit high...

I prepared a small glass of red wine to drink with the groom.. thinking that it is the only way I will do to him.. Actually I wanted to make a big scene there...but my heart thinks otherwise.. I dun want to make the wedding dinner bad.. so I prepare a small glass to drink with him.

till the 8 course dish.. I took my leave as I want to be the first one to go congratz them.. and see my first love one last time...I grab the groom and hug, telling him, "treat her well"...then i move away from him and go...

My 2 buddies followed me just in case I drunk or get into trouble.. but lucky I didnt.. I go meet up a friend and chill out for a while b4 apart.. We went home separately on cab..I cried on cab.. I havent been crying for a long time.. but this time, my tear are not holding back... they flow out.. instantly... my heart is bleedly inside.. that is the reason why I kept crying...

When I reached home, I already stopped crying.. I took a shower and go sleep.. thinking that it finally over.. The cry is a path I have to go through...This time I think I move on...