The wedding

I didn't come to your wedding and I told you it was because of work. It wasn't. I'd been jealous of you for about a year and I didn't know how to stand there and be happy in a nice shirt.

You sent me a photo afterwards of the table with my name on the card. You weren't having a go at me, you just thought it was funny that they'd spelled it wrong. I laughed and said sorry again and that was more or less the end of us, though neither of us said so.

It's been six years. I see your kids in pictures. They look like you.