After years of reading stories about someone attending a wedding of ex-lover, that same thing finally happened to me last weekend. The holy matrimony of my very first love, the girl who occupies a special place in my heart.

You think it would hurt? Don't ask me. I felt so damn numb at that moment. She was my first girl capturing my heart, but at the same time she is also one of my best friends. As if that does not complicate thing, we've known each other since we were five. Going back further into the past, her uncle happened to have a crush on my mother. Yes, even from childhood, my love life has been that complicated.

Coming back to the wedding ceremony, I didn't have any choice rather than attending the church blessing. Yet, the pressure from the air inside the church brought me rehearsing the "Final Lair" act from the Phantom of the Opera. In that scene, I was Erik the Phantom and she was my Christine. After trying so hard to seduce her, she finally entrusted my heart to me. Yet, due to the circumstance, my Christine had to leave me despite her feeling only to marry Raoul.

Yes, I was imagining that despite her being in front of the altar, she was still in love with me. And I repeatedly rewinding the scene of me trying to woe her with my "Music of the Night".

But it never happened.

I'm just a phantom without my Christine........