Dear Would-Be Husband,

     I'm sorry I haven't written to you for such a long time, but I was completely absorbed in lying in bed and looking at the ceiling, imagining myself in your embrace. Maybe it was like this because some time ago you too were absorbed in lying? Anyway, it doesn't matter. My feelings never mattered.

     How are you? How are your new girlfriend? Is she your bride or your wife now? Oh, sorry, am I too nosy...? You always told me "You're too nosy" when I was asking you "Where were you at night?". Anyway, it doesn't matter too. I forgiven you some time ago... But I'm not writing to you just to ask about your mood. I'm writing, because...

     I heard, oh, I heard more things than you think. I heard I'm not her. I heard she's dancing with you to the rythm of our song. I was supposed to dance to this song on our wedding, do you remember? I guess that you don't remember. You never had memory for dates, I always had to remind you about our anniversaries.

     Well, I'm not her, don't I? She's better than me, you repeatedly tried to say it, but I didn't see it. I apologise. I think you liked when I was apologizing.

     It's so crazy, I can't get it. Yesterday we were in love, today you're falling in love with her. I heard you love her much more than you loved me. Is it true, babe? Is anything I heard true...?

     In your perfect life, in modern house with big garden, with charming wife, genious children, and sweet dog... Will you ever think about me? About my feelings? We planned perfect life with two children, a garden and and dog. Where is it? You don't know, of course you don't know. You might be shocked, but I don't know too, because the answer is - nowhere.

     Anyway. I just want you to know - I'll never allow you to plan it with her. I'm deadly serious - don't try or I'l stop smiling... Even if I don't smile anyway.

     When and where will be your wedding? I'll come to see her dress. It will be more beautiful than mine, I know. She's better in everything - she makes better cake, looks happier when she's smiling, kissing you better...

     It was nice to write this letter but I'm finishing now, because I must tidy my bedroom, visit my grammy and kill myself (I'm still deadly serious).

Kissing,
your Would-Be Wife.

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