I know you're moving on and I'm trying my hardest to be okay with that, to be happy for you. Because I know I chose Yale but I wish I could choose you, too. It's so tragic. I look at you and I see a thousand expired faces. I look at a thousand faces and I find you in all of them. And it's painful to think about turning my back on you. But you've done it. Maybe I'm much easier to let go of. I know I chose Yale. And I'm sorry. And I'm sorry that you're not.
I'm trying. I'm trying. "She really is rude and mean." Excuse it.
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