Marry Me

Dear Assbutt Douchenozzle Anders, You're cordially invited to stop messing around with my emotions. You had your chance and like a coward, ran away when it got too difficult. Couldn't you handle wanting your best friends, little sister? You didn't want me bad enough? Like I said--coward. Well, guess what? You lost your chance and now I'm engaged to someone who isn't you. Thank. God. But I'm going to be the bigger person here--for the sake of my brother--and truly hope you can make the wedding, and join in on all of the festivities. I hope you don't choke on the champagne. Or do. Whatever. Sincerely,The One Who Got Away Giselle