Roughly a month ago, one of my childhood friends called and asked me to help her with the invitations for her second son's first birthday. Initially, I didn’t want to do it because I hadn’t been myself lately since my girlfriend left me. But eventually, I accepted the request, hoping it would distract me, even if only for a moment.
As I was gathering the details, I was shocked to see where the event would take place—it was the same place where we had once been crowned King and Queen of the night. It was a night I’ll never forget—a night filled with joy as almost everyone in our company cheered for her to be my Queen. For me, it felt like destiny had spoken.
But unfortunately, as of today, I can only relive that memory on my own because my girlfriend left me before her birthday and claimed to have married someone, though she wouldn't say who.
