Meticulous. The one word I would aptly use to describe me. Or at least it used to be.... until Desperate described me perfectly....
Matt Pearson lead a pretty normal life. A stable job, a loving family.... he had it all under control. Until she came...
First and foremost, my gratitude lies with the people of the internet, specifically Tumblr and Pinterest who made this story possible by having this post come in my Pinterest feed.
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Next, I would like to thank my best friend(read:fiend) for being born. Cause this story was her birthday present since she forbid me from buying her anything 'material' so I found this clever(at that time at least) idea to gift her a story. This one's for you, dipshit.
Lastly, I would like to thank you for reading this till the end, and enduring some of the paltry parts here and there and still staying with the story. I can't thank you enough.
Hope this story was as enjoyable enough to read as it was for me to write(I had this really god-complex kinda feeling knowing stuff that the readers didn't know, and god it is addicting and powerful).
