I spent five years of my life running. There was no escaping the pain, the only power I had was to numb it all. But eventually, even that didn’t work anymore. I saw my past every time I looked in the mirror or heard a baby cry. I lost everything; my family, my friends... myself. You might never read this letter, but if you do, I just want you to know that I’m okay. I made it to the other side and it's beautiful. I got my happily ever after. I just needed the right hero to show me I had to work for it. There's so much I want to tell you, I guess the best thing for me to do is start at the beginning. Dear Author...