Originally for Sunday, February 10, 2008.
I hate talking to you but you insist on keeping this "good connection" between us. Nothing good comes out of wasted years ‒ my whole high school career specifically. Despite that I started my senior year without you, the grasp is still firm. I followed your directions and I'll be going to college this coming fall. I've become more a young woman and less a young girl. Over and over again, our chances of revival have been presented to you and you decide against taking that advantage.
However, there is not a day that ever drifts by where I refuse to regret the greatness that was my seventeenth birthday. And just as I had turned fourteen, I will be eighteen without you.
I can assure you that I no longer need you, but thank you for shaping up my past and laying a thin foundation for my future.