The wedding

She is getting married. My first love, the first woman I kissed.

I'ts a weird feeling, I'm not in love with her but I still love her, and sometime I miss our time together. She was only a girl, sho grew up in a nice woman. Not beautiful maybe, but she is smart and funny to be around, and stable. And she has that feminine strenght that no man ever has.

Her husband to be is a nice guy, a good man. It was funny when I first met him, at that time I knew her much better than him. But now things have changed and soon I'll be at the altar with them, givin them my blessing, asking him to take care of her better than I would.

I don't have children, but I think the feeling is similar. She was part of my family, now she becomes a new family with him and it is not my task anymore to provide for her. It makes me happy to see her happy. It makes me sad to see her departure. It makes me feel old to remain here alone again.