One day, we'll be living in the same city.
You'll invite me to hangout in a cafe.
Minutes after I arrived and sat down, you'll tell me the big news.
You're getting married.
I'll square my face, hold my emotions.
I'll force a smile.
And say "congratulations."
My chest will hurt.
"I'll hope for all the best to you two."
My eyes will burn.
"May you be happy."
I would find it hard to breathe.
I'll think of a reason to get out of there.
Something lame as "I forgot I have to be somewhere. I gotta go."
Smile one more time.
Walk to the door normally.
As soon as I pass through the doors, as soon as I hit the sidewalk,
Before the first tear falls.