I looked on the box I prepared beforehand, standing before a post office. The address stomped the same house where we lived together.
Maybe if I had the courage to face you one last time- we'd have a better goodbye than this.
I caressee the letter I wrote, ready to placed inside. The letter reads?
"My Dearest Walter,
I gave this to you with greater sadness than anything- I've done something I reckon no husband could ever forgive. A one- night accident with quilt just know I truly loved you with every beat of my heart- I scream for you. We met with a tragica beginning- you saved me from the nightmares that haunted me, now, we also end with a tragic ending. Maybe if we meet again someday- we will start on better footing and we will forever be with each other again.
P. S I apologize
