Reasons Why

P R O L O G U E

All throughout her life, she was told not to 'bottle things up.'
"Just let it all out, girl, otherwise you'll end up going insane."
"Tell someone all about it, love, and then you can move forward."

She had moved on. At least she thought she had. Despite not bottling up what had gone on in those few years, she never went into deep meaning.

You tell someone a story like hers, and they assume they know why she chose him. But they didn't. She didn't really know all the reasons. Until she wrote the letter of course.

As she drunk her lukewarm tea, she contemplated whether she would send it. She doubted she would. He knew what she would write anyway.
It would be for her eyes only.
She curled up on a armchair by the window, her ghostly reflection staring back. A sigh and the chink of a mug, the shuffling of paper and the click of a pen, and the words were written, words that would allow her to get everything off her chest, to tell the  story for the final time, to let him go.

"Reasons why I chose him."