I stood in a white dress in front of the altar, squeezing the bouquet so hard that my fingers numb. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/d78efe/620x0/1/0/2024/12/31/pvyzcjh4tcsw23NPrubruub0z4p9ww2xp1n9kpb9mkil.jpg" alt = "wedding @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (152,147,139.1)" > < p > everyone looked at the door of the church.
< p > but they did not open.
< p > passed minutes. Ten. Twenty. P & oacute; ł hours.
< p > and then I realized that he would not come.
< p > Last evening he sent me a message:
< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; I love you. Tomorrow we will start our cooperation. < p > said he couldn't wait to see me in a wedding dress.
< p > and now & hellip; disappeared. < p > did not answer the phone, it was not at home.< p > The family was looking for him everywhere.
< p > I stood still.
< p > I did not cry.< p > I didn't shout.
< p > I was too shocked to feel anything.< p > only after three days I heard the truth.
< P >He was seen by a friend of my cousin & ndash; in a cafe, with another woman.< p > they holding hands.
< p > he looked & hellip; happily.
< p > sensitive whisper. Kiss. < p > and ring on her hand.< p > the same as m & oacute; j.
< p > I did not believe.
< p > but a week after he left me in the church, photos appeared on the internet. < p > on. < p > smiling.< p > in a suit.
< p > with her & ndash; in a wedding dress. < p > against the background of another church.< p > another city.
< p > other life.
< p > the one who was to create with me.
< p > for a month I did not leave the house.
< p > I didn't eat.
< p > I didn't sleep.< p > I broke up at night with a nightmare & oacute; in which & oacute; rych & oacute; in I waited for him in front of the altar, and he just did not come.
< p > and then one day, as if fate decided to finish me, I got a letter.
< p > no mail, not news.
< p > letter.
< p > his letter. < p > — & AMP; Bdquo; forgive. I understood that you are not the one from which & oacute; I want to spend my life. I felt everything differently with her. I didn't have the courage to tell you. I hope you will understand someday. & Amp;< p > no.
< p > I will not understand.
< p > I will not forgive.< p > and I will never forget.
< p > took me more than a dream of marriage.< p > took my faith in people, in love, in security.
< p > but he failed to pick me up:< p > dignity.
< p > today know & oacute; in I can smile.
< p > but m & oacute; j smile is no longer naive.< p > is the strength of a woman who went through hell in a white dress & ndash; and survived.