I went to my old school reunion — first time seeing classmates in 10 years.

The first person I saw was him. My first love. We dated through high school for over a year, broke up when we went to different universities.

He still recognized me. Smiled, said hi like normal. We chatted for a while, friends asked their usual questions. Then someone said, "Hey, you're getting married next month, right?"

He smiled and said, "Yeah."

I just stood there, frozen. Smiled back, acted normal, congratulated him. Came home and cried all night.

For 10 years I told myself I was over him. I really thought I was. But the second I saw him today, it all came rushing back.

And next month, he'll belong to someone else.