I wanted happily ever after.
I thought I’d be happy.
You know how in one second you think you’re making the right decision but months later you find yourself wishing you could change your decision?
Well, that’s my story.
I must’ve told you about this before since this is my 50th letter to you in one month.
It took years before finally agreeing to this and a couple of months down, I know I should’ve stayed away.
I wish I had.
Now I’m all shades of messed up.
This is going to be short cos I don’t want to be dramatic.
I’m sure you hate drama. He does too.
Now I’m writing all over the place cos words fail me.
Happily ever after failed me.
So I sit here every night writing letters to ghosts.