It hit me the other day, that you are not coming back to school, hard. I was looking at an invitation to something in Roger’s Gym, a dance. My first thought was whether or not you were going to go. So I was getting ready to write you a message about it and then I remembered that you are not coming back this semester. As this all came to my mind I thought about how the year would go; we were always going to things together and it will just be me. Then after thinking about it I thought who is going to walk on the Dike with me and whom am I going to talk with at the Gazebo at the bottom of the hill? Without you who will have my back, yea I know that she will be back but she will be with Jac. Who am I going to go to the LS meetings with?

But after thinking about this I was thinking what it would be like to have to stay a home and live two different lives; having to hide part of yourself and I thought that if you can do it, then so can I.

Nevertheless, I will still miss you this year.