I'm getting married, but the groom is not the person I love most. I went back and forth with him for five or six years but in the end we couldn't compete with our deep love.
I should have known a long time ago that the eternal friendship between us could not compete with the hug and warmth given to him when he was lonely and helpless. That's okay, we will always remember each other in the corners of the world. The boy I love the most gave me the most beautiful youth. At my wedding, he said: "Chacha, I wish you a safe journey."