Ever since he posted his wedding on Facebook, lots of old friends from university sent congratulation messages to me. They thought I am the bride. I had to explain again and again, we broke up half year ago.

They were shocked. 'No way, but the bride looks like you in the photo. You must be joking.'

Everyone told me that the bride looked like me. And I know, it's true. He must be still in love with me, or else how to explain the resemblance between me and the bride.

I got a mixed feeling thinking that he is marrying some looks like me. The pain, the regret and maybe some sour complacent. Maybe his braid, is just the substitute of me.

I don't know what I am thinking. But I want to go to his wedding proudly. To show him and everyone that I am perfectly fine. Until the moment I received the wedding invitation, I still believe that he still loves me. With this mysterious confidence, I even imagined that if I hold his hand and told him I still love him on the wedding day, he will escape the wedding with me.