Dear M.,
I'm so sorry. I'm so dreadfully sorry. I know I left you with no utter explanation of where I was going or why I was leaving you. Truthfully, I have no clue. I just.....just can't love you anymore.
I know that all you've ever wanted was for me to be happy. I am now, I think. Well at least I will be. I need an adventure, rather then the unchanging, monotonous routine we follow. Everything on loop, without the slightest sense of levity was a caustic way of life. I'm done with the solemnity.
I want you to know that I am safe. I'm sure that's what you've wanted. So I've decided to write you, while I'm on my travels. I will send pictures and writings that I've been working on.
Please don't try to respond, or follow me. Wherever I send the letters from, I will be gone the next day. I know I left no trace so you must've been worried. But please don't ever, I need to escape. I took almost nothing. It shouldn't effect you. I only took the money that was solely mine. Barely enough to live on for the months I will be gone. But I will survive. I can survive.
Sincerely,
E.
