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14.4.09

Imagine you are Mrs. Foster, you are tired of your husband and you want to run away. Before scappig you leave him a letter telling him what you are planing to do, why you are leaving and how you feel about it.

My Dear:
I hate telling this to yo by a letter, but I'm afraid of looking at your face while you're listening to these words. I don't love you any more; I'm sorry. I don't know why I feel like this. In many moments I want to run away, far away from you, because in that moments I realise all the things I could do without you by my side; I've thought about this a lot of time, and now I know that I'm a woman who needs to live her life alone, to play with the adrenaline and survive the risks in the whole world. And all of this makes me think that I can't be with you to do all the crazy things I want to do, because you didn't suport me in any aspect of my life and you won't suport me in any project i have, neither. So I'm runing away from you.

However, I want you to know that you were the only man in my life, and also in my heart; You were my first and only love, and you will always be.


Forever yours...
Mrs. Foster

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