subject line: Something old, something new. October 18, 2015 by Hannah Brencher pittsburgh “I’m so happy for you,” I said as he picked me up, held me tight, and spun me around in a circle. I burrowed my head into his neck. I don’t know if it was the situation or the open bar but I proudly planted a kiss on his cheek.”I’m so happy you could come” he whispered in my ear. I remained silent and just let this moment sink in. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. After a moment he brushed his lips past my ear once more and softly spoke the words I had always longed to hear “ You’ll always be my girl”As I slide from his arms I felt a tear roll down my cheek, then another and another. I turned away because I refused to let him see me cry. “Don’t say that” I said as confidently as possible. We couldn’t have this conversation here; I knew that. As I turned to leave I couldn’t help but think this might be the last time I ever see him.In the reflection of the mirror on the wall I saw the girl in the white dress pull her husband close and bask in the glory of their special day.If I was always going to be his girl, then why did he marry her?