Matthew
There she is, she’s standing in front of me after all this time. Five f*****g years to be exact, s**t, it’s even down to the day she left me standing at the f*****g alter. No explanation, No call, No note, NOTHING. She’s still beautiful as ever, eyes glimmer in Green with hints of blue and hazel in the sunlight. Her hair dark barely brushes her tanned shoulders, and she’s wearing that white sundress. The same damn sundress she wore when we first met, either this is f*****g setup, or I’m dreaming.
“Hey, Mattie” Her voice is angelic as if angels are whispering to me. I cannot find the words to speak; I cannot find the words that I’ve practiced in my head for so many years. The words that I’ve written into songs where I tell her to f**k off and tell her I’m better off without her,
