I sat at the table, staring at the dancing people. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/19e491/620x0/1/0/2025/03/02/XW0ArmDQVCML611QNHSOTOTO alt = "from life taken." Quot; after years I met him at my brother's wedding & quot ;: My first love. He was with his wife " styles = "background-color: rgba (138,126,114.1)" > < p > The music played loudly, the guests laughs mixed with the sound of a glass & oacute; in toasts knocking. M & oacute; j brother looked like the happiest man in the world.

< p > It was supposed to be a joyful day.

< p > and then I saw him.

< p > so many years have passed.

< p > He was once my whole world. We were eighteen years old and believed that nothing would separate us. We planned the future of the future, we laughed at people who have m & oacute; that the first love rarely ends with marriage.

< P >I was sure we would be an exception.

< p > but life had other plans.

< p > now he stood on the other side of the room, talking to someone, and his hand gently rested on the back of a woman standing next to it.

< p > his wife.

< p > heart killed me faster.

< p > He didn't see me. Not yet. But I looked at him, absorbing every detail. Has changed & ndash; His face was more mature, stricter features, but his eyes & Hellip; the eyes were the same.

< p > Eyes, which & oacute; re once looked at me as they looked at her now.

< p > — Everything is fine ? — She asked me friends' oacute; seeing my pale face.

< p > — Yes & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; I lied.

< p > but it wasn't right.

< p > no, when after a while our eyes met.

< p > and suddenly time stopped.

< p > I saw the same surprise in his eyes. He caught his breath, as if he didn't believe I was here.

< p > for a few seconds none of us moved.

< p > and then & hellip; smiled slightly.

< p > only slightly.

< p > only for a while.

< p > his wife said something to him, and he turned to her with the same warm look, which once belonged to me.

< p > and I understood that I lost him.

< p > forever.

< p > I went out to the terrace to get air.

< p > I closed my eyes and let me go through me like a wave.

< p > and then I wiped my tears and wr & oacute; I was to the room.

< p > because unlike him & hellip;

< p > I have never had someone who m & oacute; hungry to hold me.

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116