The only lonely letter

Dear,

It's been a long time. We see each other everyday, but it's been forever since we've actually talked. About things that matter. We used to be "that couple". People's parents, for God's sake, think we're made for each other. Jessie would tell me "Please don't break up, I'll be devastated!". We were like that for a long time. A good year, for sure.

At the beginning, we were each other. All the time we were there. Let's be honest, we didn't have much to do last year. No jobs, hardly any schoolwork, all the same friends. This year's different. We're working, we have AP courses, rehearsals, parties, and 1000 new people to meet and to make fit into our lives. I've known you for a long time. You've known me for a long time. You know I don't handle these things well, I know you handle them in the wrong way. (Come on, we're a psychologists dream, remember?) All this piled up until we both freaked, in our own ways, to our own people. (Except for Ashley, poor girl, has to be the best friend AND the cousin. She's heard her share of our problems.)

I feel it's getting worse, and I know you feel it too. And you know, it's OK. I knew we weren't going to get married. We're teenagers, that's unrealistic. So maybe our time's up. And I don't want to be dramatic about it. (Ok ok, maybe this letter that you'll never read might be a bit dramatic- but it's true.) I guess that's just it. And I really hope you understand that this is the only reason. But see, I know you won't. You'll blame either yourself or me. You'll break another phone. That's why I'm scared. So please just realize that this is life.

Always,
Jessa.