I used to love him

“I used to love him, you know.” I half hearted said remembering the old days of us sipping coffee while watching the sunrise.

“The groom?” He asked raising an eyebrow as he ate a spoonful of pudding.

“Yes.” I nodded “He broke my heart, my first heartbreak to be precise. Telling me how I wasn’t worth him and everything a dramatically tragic love story ends at.” I chuckled trying to sound unaffected.

“Well, that’s good. I need to personally thank him. He did me quite a huge favour on this.” He smiled at me while rubbing the diamond ring he bought me a year ago for our wedding.

“You bet.” I helplessly laughed intertwining his fingers in mine.

-the incomplete verse