Thanks for Playing, I'm Quitting This Game
The one line on it read, "Thank you for participating."
Beneath the card was a sheet of paper. It was a letter I had written to him.
The handwriting was steady—so steady that there wasn't the slightest trace of anger or resentment.
"Hunter, it's been nine years. I always believed that if I were a little more understanding, a little more generous, and cared a little less… one day, you'd finally see me.
"Later, I realized that when I'm not the one who was chosen, no matter how hard I try, all I'll ever get is a participation prize. So, I'm withdrawing from this wedding.