Sitting in this long table in front, with clean white table cloth. Walls are decorated with flowers, everyone is dressed so formal. Just the perfect setting for the perfect wedding, people would say. But to me, there’s nothing perfect with this one. This has to be the worst kind of wedding I attended to and that’s on a personal note.

“Now shall we ask for Chorong’s Maid of Honor to give her speech for the lovely couple?” The wedding emcee said as the spotlight turns to me and I can feel my legs tremble as I stood up holding my glass of wine and started reading the speech I prepared on my phone

“I’ve known Chorong unnie for more than a decade now and if there’s something that Changsub oppa doesn’t know about her, he could always dial me in and I’ll spill everything to him.” I started off and I’m quite glad to hear guests chuckled at the remarks, “She’s nothing but the best person I’ve ever lived in with, back when we’re still roommates, back when we’re still cohabitating buddies.” Looking at Chorong unnie’s eyes, I can definitely see pint of sadness in this bride’s eyes. It pains me. 

We don’t even have to hide it from our friends, everyone in our circle must’ve felt the uncomfortable breeze going on in this reception hall. They knew how Chorong unnie and I were more than just a roommate, how none of us even expected that we would even break up and get married to another person other than us two.

7 years ago

“Bbom-ah, switch places with me. You park the car.” Chorong told me the moment we reached the parking basement as we went out on a date to see this movie, Dolittle. We click so much as with one look we both know when we’d rather to go out or when we would simply sleep the boredom off.

“Uhm I don’t remember having Park as my last name, it’s yours, unnie. You do it and don’t worry I’ll guide you.” I tried to debate and at the same time started looking for a vacant space. “Unnie a spot! Right on the corner!” It’s kinda late since we’re catching the last show so parking lots are not as full as it is when we go grocery shopping. I thought it’s not much trouble for unnie to park her car but then again that’s what I thought.

“I’ll marry you, Yoon Bomi and you will carry my last name one day. So now we switch.” Chorong told me with a smirk knowing that she won this one and unbuckled her seatbelt. Those words hit like firetruck trying to kill the fire in my cheeks. Chorong unnie is never the typical girl people would date. Really.

“No fair, if you say it like that how do you expect me to decline.” I said feeling my stomach filled with butterflies as if we only started dating yesterday. With Chorong there’s no such thing as passing the honeymoon stage, she just doesn’t fail in making my heart flutter with the tiniest thing. 

Like new lovers we exited the car and shared Chorong’s jacket to protect ourselves from the cold night. “Seriously Bbom-ah how can you left yours at home.” Chorong unnie said laughing at my stubbornness as we quickly walk towards the mall entrance. But I’m pretty much sure that it’s not entirely my fault, the jacket thing.

“I was holding onto your jacket earlier, you’re the one who forgot to bring yours not me.” I mean. I did forget mine but that’s because I was carrying hers, y’all get it.

Dependent. I guess that’s how we two have always been. We lean on each other so much that missing just one person in the equation is nothing but destruction. I can’t even imagine the day of us separating would even happen. My world would crumble into pieces when that time comes.

It’s inevitable to not remember those times when we’d casually go out and be kids. I didn’t expect this speech would time travel back my thoughts from years before. It’s decided, this note. This may be the last time I’d get to have a good amount of time to talk