December 31, Year Six
MANHATTAN
Shae,
It’s been six years since I lost you.
I freed you, but I didn’t free myself.
It’s not that I don’t love you. I meant what I said. I’ll love you forever.
But the man I am now…he’s not worthy of you.
I thought I’d be done by now, having taken Lakeland and everything he has down. But it’s taken so long, too long.
I can’t hold on to hope for a future I’m not even fucking deserving of.
I’ve got to let you go.
My wish for you is to find someone who loves you deeply, who loves you to distraction. I hope you find a man who worships your body and makes you feel like the goddess you are every single day. I hope you’ll keep doing the things you love.
Happy birthday, Sweetness.
I hope you’ll never read this.
I’ll love you until my last breath.
Storm