It all just seems so fake. This idea that good things happen to good people, and there’s magic in the world, and the meek and righteous will inherit it. There’s too many good people who suffer for something like that to be true. There’s too many prayers that go unanswered. Every day we ignore how completely broken this world is. We tell ourselves that it’s all going to be okay, ‘you’re going to be okay’… but it’s not okay. Once you know that, there’s no going back. There’s no magic in the world at least not today.
‘In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, I’d write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, you’d gone on with your life and I didn’t want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn’t ever want to lose that.’