Chapter 22
Dear Unicorn,
Bruno is already home (picture attached). With the help of a trainer, I’ve been able to introduce Draco to his new friend, and so far, they’re getting along.
Your cat likes dogs. By the way, he isn’t escaping anymore. Our next goal is to have him walk with a leash.
Now I need to ask, am I your rebound guy?
Two failed relationships?
I deserve more than just the article. We’re talking about us and our future together. Do you know that according to Google, only one in every twenty rebound relationships survives?
We’re doomed.
Also, I want to learn more about you. You know about my shitty relationships. Since I read your article, I’ve been wondering about yours. How did they start and end?
I’ve been thinking about the women I dated.
Why they never worked. June’s theory is that I kept them at arm’s length.
Let me tell you, I thought I was all in.
As I analyzed my past relationships, I discovered that I was swept away by the moment.
Each one of them came at a time when I thought I was ready for love.
I wasn’t. Not even with Samantha. I gave them what they wanted when they wanted it, up until the moment when they asked for something more serious, like marriage.
Marriage is a lifetime commitment. Not a pair of skis you buy for the season.
When I think of it, I think of my parents’ relationship. My grandparents’. Seeing my brothers and sisters with their significant others makes me believe everyone has a soulmate.
Will I ever find mine?
I hope that someday it might happen to me. If Google is right, maybe I missed my chance, and well, how fucked up is that?
In the meantime, I’m following your advice and letting things go.
Until next time,
Alex
P.S. Feel free to send pictures—or send me your phone number.
Alex,
What a coincidence, I was named after Dad’s sister. She died when she was young—suicide.
There’s a dog in my apartment!
He’s cute. I can’t believe you’re training Draco. I was about to ask if you wanted Tess to get him. I don’t want to impose. June said you bought her place.
Why would you do that to me?
Don’t believe everything you read on the internet. I’m sure those statistics are wrong. No one likes to accept they had a rebound relationship—or that they’re the rebound.
A rebound relationship requires a relationship. We’re not in one. Never been, never will be.
Only one of those relationships I mentioned in the article was romantic, the other is my mother. Both relationships were toxic. I didn’t mention the part where Davis was also a loss.
Not sure if you want to hear either one of those stories. Let’s hope that’s a no.
June always said you had a type. Well, not only you, but her other three brothers.
Your type is detached, only interested in your position, not wanting to deal with messy feelings.
The outside always changed, and you’re not picky as long as they’re attractive.
That’s at least until Jack and Jason found their wives.
You need someone with substance if you’re planning to marry.
Marriage isn’t something I’ve considered myself. Not after Davis Jones. You might know him as Davis Fredrick. When I met him, I fell in love with him hard. So hard I didn’t see the ground until I hit it and almost died.
He was an older guy; I was too young to think of anything else but him.
You can’t blame young Hannah for being stupidly in love.
Davis Fredrick, the guy I had a crush on since I was twelve, liked me. He wanted me. At seventeen, I let myself get tangled up in a torrid affair. It became a big scandal. I bet if you google it, you’ll know what I’m talking about. I was seventeen, he was twenty-eight.
You can also read the rest of our magical relationship and how it ended in tragedy.
My celebrity status pushed Davis’s career to where he ambitioned to rise.
The former child actor came back as a hot commodity.
All he cared about during the two years we were together was how far he could go with my help.
While we were together, I didn’t realize how he was treating me or using me.
My mother took this nugget of gold and exploited it. She had always used me to make money. Once Davis came into the picture, she used her old contacts and tricks to sell stories. They damaged my emotional state in such a way that I ended up in rehab.
It wasn’t drugs or alcohol—as some websites presume—but depression and anxiety.
There you have it, my side of the story, the rest is documented by tabloids, magazines, and even the entertainment channel.
I don’t care if I ever get married, I care about finding my forever person. My happily ever after. He’ll be the guy who’ll stay with me forever, no matter the circumstances.
Thank you for taking care of Draco.
Hannah
P.S. Did your sister ever tell you I match people as a hobby? I can find you a wife.