Letter 19
It's been two weeks since our supposed wedding day.
I'm not even sure how I feel anymore. I'm a wreck. As though I've been anything but for what seems like forever.
I'm going in circles. When is this going to end?
Will it even?
Wait.
The doorbell just rang.
I should go get it.
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