Today, while taking my daily walk, I passed by the church of my town. And there was a weeding there. And here when there's a weeding, the church doors are always open, and you can see inside.
I passed right at the end of it, basically when the newlyweds had their kiss, and everyone cheered and applauded.
And I know it's a happy moment, but I couldn't help feeling that annoying pinching in the heart, that sadness mixed with jealousy. And I feel bad for it.