I have convinced myself that the things I do influence you in ways that you're too afraid to tell me. So would I be completely incorrect in thinking that maybe there's still something there? A chance for us? I know you love her. She's got you head over heels, and I can't even make you stumble. And that should be enough for me. But somehow, it isn't. Maybe I'm just looking for closure. So go on and tell me that you don't love me. That you never think about me when you're away. That everything you said was a vain attempt not to hurt me. Tell me that you think I'm a great girl and you wish me the best. Erase the false pretense in my mind, and let me know for sure that you don't care. I don't want this to hurt anymore. This is the part where I write you off as nothing more than a friend. I'm sorry if this is too much for you to handle. Maybe now you understand why I must wash my hands of you. I hate to see you go, but we don't have much of a choice in this. I just want you to know that I will always love you. I know I have not updated in quite a while. Things have been so inexorably jumbled as of late. Good luck has been scarce, and inspirations come few and far between. School starts again in exactly one week. The last 7 days of summer will be filled with work, scrambling to fit the missing pieces, and desperate attempts to tie off loose ends. And suddenly we realize how much it all meant. Much of this summer will be missed, but I am glad to be moving on. I have ignited new relationships and extinguished those that began to flicker away. A few have been rekindled, but not in the same light. Amazing how something so solid can slowly drip away before our eyes into broken, charred remains. This will forever burn on in my memory. Now we begin the new schoolyear. The final chapter. Here's to the summer.