I remember when in college if I were having a bad day you would bring me brownies from the bakery that I loved. They were the best brownies that could ever be made. Especially since I knew that you had to go out of your way to get them for me. I loved how we would laze around on Saturdays, only up for food and to use the bathroom, or or honeymoon, a trip across the world. We were so in love. Was Saturday not enough? Was the world not enough? Was I not enough? Were we not enough?
For you nothing is enough, you wanted everything. But you had me and we were happy, or did you fake everything between us.
Answer: Not this much
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My Dear Husband
RandomShe loved him too much He was amazing and terrible - This story is the unsent letters of a woman who had her heart shattered too silently to notice
