When The Man Marries (2)

I met a man whose eyes sparkled with a light that gave me hope to rise again.

I met a man beside whom I could let my tears fall freely, without fear or shame.

I met a man whose gaze was as mesmerizing as the moon.

I fell deeply in love with him, but he did not.

I love him, a hundred times, a thousand times over, even though we no longer speak.

I still watch every move he makes, silently following him through the screen of his social media.

I love him, yet he chose to marry the woman of his dreams. And I find myself truly happy for him.

I once feared he would leave me and find the girl of his dreams to marry.

I was afraid, back then, of seeing his wedding posts fill my phone screen.

But now, it doesn't scare me anymore.

When it happened, I just smiled faintly.

I am happy for him, seeing the way his beloved smiles so sweetly.

I am happy because he has found his soulmate, and I am happy because he is happy.

May God grant him endless joy, and may he also bless me with the same.