My Charm

I find out on Friday 14th. And I'm so nervous. And I'm anxious. And I want this. I want Yale. And I'm sorry.

I want Yale more than I want you. Is that it? Do I have to choose? I wish I didn't. But my mind is preparing me to. I will still text you on Friday when I get in. I would've chosen you every single time. But you aren't choosing me. And that's okay. I want your happiness. Truly, I do.

I would love to have a beautiful rest of the year with you. I would love for you to love me again. I would love for us to be together again. But maybe that's just not realistic anymore.

I was told not to wish for the world. And I thought that I wasn't.