I felt proud, almost arrogant.

But then…

I saw the groom.

He was wearing a simple beige suit—nothing flashy.

But his face… it stopped me in my tracks.

I leaned closer.

My heart pounded as I realized…

It was Emilio—my old college roommate. My confidant during those years.

Emilio had lost a leg in an accident during his senior year. He was humble, quiet, always willing to help—with homework, groceries, or study nights.

But I never considered him a true friend.

To me, he was just someone who “was there.”

After college, Emilio got a job as a construction supervisor. He didn’t earn much, but he always had a smile.

And now, there he was, at the altar, on his one leg… smiling… holding Antonio’s hand with immense love.

And Antonio