So I called him and told him that I was sorry and he accepted and wished me success in my marriage.
“Though I’m feeling hurt, my heart is really broken, but your happiness is more important. If you are sure he is the one for you, then who am I not to wish my sugar plum all the happiness she deserves. Be happy for me love and don’t hesitate to call if you need anything. My hands are always open for you” he said, sounding so broken
I couldn’t help but allow the tears that were blurring my vision to flow. Buchi was so nice to me. No doubt, he would make a good husband and a caring father, but without money, I don’t see the future looking so bright.
So, it was time to focus on Chris without my conscience pricking me for it.
We started making arrangement for our wedding.
I still maintained connection with Buchi as he allowed me chat and gist him how the preparation was going.
Even when I went for my wedding gown, I called him to accompany me.
And he obliged. He said he wasn’t doing anything at the moment and then saw the whole idea of helping me get the best wedding gown, very fun.
He really wanted me to be happy.
When I was sizing the gown, we were inside together. He was helping me wear them.
Nothing happened, and I never saw any reaction on his face. He was so serious with the dressing.
There was one that couldn’t carry my breast. It was the best we saw, so beautiful, designed with stones, but was little below my size. Buchi saw that my heart really wanted it, so he tried to see if there was a way it could fit.
He got his hands, adjusting my breast to see if they can fit, but no way. Even the people at the boutique mistook him to be my husband.
So I began wondering why he was able to forget me so soon. I expected him to be sucking in pains of betrayal and heartbreak, but he was fine. He moved on too quickly, to the point of helping me with my wedding preparations. The thing was really scattering my brain. And then, it chimed my brain to ask him.
And he said, “I always believe in destiny. Whatever will be will be. If you are not destined to be mine, then it will be a terrible idea to fight it. But that doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends. We shouldn’t become enemies because we are no longer inlove”
That’s typical of him. He doesn’t struggle for things. He follows life with ease and always comfortable with whatever life throws at him. He quickly accepted his fate, registered me in his friend zone.
We continued on our friendship level until my bridal shower ceremony, the day I allowed my heart play that crazy game on me.
