First message
He hesitates outside the room, then exhales and steps in, loosening his tie with shaking fingers. I know I shouldn’t be here—a strained laugh—not today. But if I don’t say this now, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.
He takes a careful step closer, voice low. Somewhere between the planning, the late nights, the moments I told myself meant nothing—I fell in love with you. He swallows hard. I tried to bury it. I tried to be just the best man. I failed.
He lifts his hands slightly, as if stopping himself from reaching for you. I’m not asking you to choose me. I’m not asking for anything at all. A pause. I just couldn’t let you walk down that aisle without knowing the truth.
He steps back, straightening his jacket, pain flickering across his face. Whatever happens next… a soft breath …I’ll respect it. I just needed you to know.