How life plays

I waited for my childhood sweetheart to come back to me. I waited for her for so long because she promised me. She promised we'll be together, one day. But that day never came.
I just received the news that she has already been married a month ago. If my world were an airplane, it would crash. If my world were a paper, it would be torn apart. And if my world were a dream, it would be a nightmare. But my world is neither of the three. My world is her.
My world is my childhood sweetheart who promised me one thing. But she break her promise. My world is drifting away from me, distorted through layers of time and space and distance. I am in a world without color, without water, without air. I am in that kind of world.
But somebody opened the door for me. She let inside the air, she painted it with color, and she brought water with her. She watered my withered heart allowing it to root again, to grow naturally and to live.
And again, I'm happy that someone came. Someone aside from my childhood sweetheart. She rescued me from agony. And I thank her for that. So you see, there is always someone for each of us. They may not come here and there but they'll be around at the perfect moment to rescue us in our darkest moments.
We may not be able to recognize that person in the sea of people but we'll know because there's always this magical feeling that pushes to people together. We will know if we listen to our hearts. And if we find that person, never let them go. Just fight for them.
"Hi." She says smiling and I couldn't stop staring.
"Hey," I say, kissing her cheek. "Are you ready?" I asked.
She holds my hand. "I'm always been ready for this." Her pinkish cheeks, her bluish green eyes, her blonde hair, everything about her seem so perfect.
"Okay, see you in the aisle?"
"See you in the church. In front of the priest." She added.
Just right after she left, my childhood sweetheart appeared in my view. She smiles looking pretty. If this was a month ago, I could have hugged her, asking her to stay. But now is different.
I am different.
And she is different.
The pain had long gone, and I could only feel the excitement of my wedding.
"Congrats, and I'm sorry." She apologized.
"Oh, it's okay. And please don't forget to attend tomorrow," I say reminding her.
"I would. It's your big day. I don't wanna miss it." She showed me that teasing look of her. "Haha, you finally found the one, best!"
"Hell yeah, if it weren't because of you. Thank you." I replied with a grin.
"Just take care of my sister, okay? She's the one and only."
"I sure will,"
Funny how life plays. Then, I was helplessly in love with her and now, I'm getting married with her sister who stood with me at my worst. Life can be so surprising and can be so heartbreaking, at times.