Matthew,
It's been a year now; a year to this very day.
You would think that in the space of 365 days, someone would be able to heal and move forward with their life; wouldn't you?
Not me.
Every Wednesday for one hour, for the past year, the past 52 weeks, the past 12 fucking months I've been in a therapists office.
These letters have been the only way I can express what I'm feeling, to let out all of the pent up pain I kept bottled up for so long.
The outcome of them doesn't overly bother me, I'll admit I'm curious as to what you do with them, but I'm not bent over backwards in an desperate attempt to track them.
This entire process? Is just so I can heal.
Heal from the pain you've caused me Matthew.
You were such an asshole to me Matt, where's the guy I know and fell in love with? What happened to that guy?
Douchebag. A handsome douchebag albeit, but a fucking douchebag none the less.
Love Ivy.
YOU ARE READING
Disillusionment - Matthew Daddario
Fiksi PenggemarBe careful what you wish for. Because it'll probably come back and bite you in the ass.
