She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, the only woman who knows me inside and out, and she never judged me when she found out who I really was.
She’s the true hero of this story.
Not me…
Nonetheless, since I don’t feel like waxing poetic about why that is, or giving you an additional page of fluff, you can close the book now.
You’re done here.
Move on to the damaged, groveling heroes and the sweet “happily ever afters” that you’re used to.
As for me, I’ll move on to what I’ve always wanted, what I’ve secretly longed for, for over twenty years now. Three things I never thought I’d get the chance to experience.
Happiness.
True love.
A peaceful night’s sleep.
THE END