There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about you. I did everything I possibly could to please you. My greatest fear was that you would leave because I didn’t try hard enough. But in the end, you just left. I should be happy that I did everything in my power to please you. But it still kills me inside. November 17th is my worst day of the year. There isn’t anything in this world that doesn’t remind me of why I fell in love with you. Why I’m still in love with you… Why I’ll always be in love with you. So I’ll just sit here finishing this beer… Contemplating what I could have done better… November really fucks me up.
Mystery bride, may your marriage bring you all the happiness in the world. : )