Chapter 330
In my previous life, I lived a life completely removed from marriage.
No—more accurately, it was a life removed from romance itself.
My friends assumed I was averse to marriage, that I had chosen to be single. But I wasn’t like that at all.
If I ever found someone I clicked with, someone I genuinely cared for and who matched me in values and ability, I was open to the idea of marriage.
In short, it wasn’t that I chose not to marry—it was that I couldn’t. That situation lasted so long that my friends ended up mistaking it as a decision instead of a circumstance.
Honestly, even I would sometimes get confused, unless I consciously reminded myself. After spending so much time alone, I eventually stopped even wanting to date. I no longer bothered to assess the possibility of a relationship.
It was like I drew a circle around myself, and only those within it were allowed close—usually family, or friends I’d known since childhood. No one I met after graduating college ever made it inside that circle. Gender didn’t matter. No one did.
And yet, even someone like me enjoyed going to weddings.
A few friends got married, and some relatives too.
It was nice seeing people I was close to, dressed in suits, nervously fidgeting, but brightening up the moment they saw me walk in. The way they’d rush over, shake my hand, and say, “Thanks for coming,” was something I appreciated. Wishing them well, reconnecting with people I hadn’t seen in years—it was something I genuinely enjoyed.
When I was younger, I’d probably looked forward more to the food after the ceremony than the people. But I guess your priorities change with age.
And honestly, after coming to this world, I never expected I’d get to attend something like a wedding again.