"I love you." A soft whisper during the first kiss.
"I will love you dearly every day." A promise made on the 100th day anniversary.
"I only love you." He sent me an inexplicable email after the breakup.
Then they changed their numbers and cut off all contact. To be precise, after I received the email, I called back immediately, but the only answer was a busy signal, endless busy signals. However, 24 hours later, I finally received a reply. It was a gentle female voice: "I'm sorry, you dialed an empty number..."
So I made up my mind, stopped daydreaming, stopped looking for any excuses, told myself that everything was over, and pretended that nothing had happened.
However, on the 100th day after the breakup, just when I was about to forget, I received an express delivery.
It was an invitation. On the invitation, a couple were smiling. The bride was gentle and beautiful, and the groom was gentle and steady, so happy. I clenched the invitation tightly, and the wedding photos turned into a blur in my hands.
That should have been my happiness!