First post here, but really wanted to get a fantasy of mine in writing and didn’t know where else to go.
It’s been two years since the breakup, and we’d only spoken to each other about three times since. Mostly at the loss of a family member and we reached out to offer condolences. We were together for six and a half years, so our families meant a lot to each of us.
My best friend was getting married to the girl of his dreams. Interestingly enough, I made this best friend while I was dating my ex – his girlfriend was one of her best friends. Our friendship was stronger than the breakup, though, and I’ve stayed in touch with him ever since. I knew that one day we’d have the awkward experience of both standing up in the wedding, but I was able to get past that. It was their day to celebrate, not ours to fight.