I found a pretty nice guy next: smart, down-to-earth, and he knew how to make a girl laugh. He didn’t mind me wanting to put the past behind me and not discuss one through six. He was sweet, said that he wanted to take things slow, and it was a whirlwind from there ‘til the wedding.

It was strange that he always wore gloves, but it was just part of his style. It wasn’t until the wedding was looming that I realized that I didn’t even know what his skin felt like.

Turns out that ghosts feel like a lot of nothing. He wasn’t a bad guy, but that’s the sort of thing you should be telling someone, don’t you think? It was annulled.