if you're searching for an answer, it's yes. if you haven't heard from me by now then you're probably wondering what kind of trouble i'm getting myself into. but the truth is that i'm fine. i finally found my place. it's quiet here and the music in the background is my favorite acoustic track. i'm sitting under my favorite oak tree. and the soft dewy blades of grass are sitting gently beneath my palms. my eyes are closed and, for once, i feel free. i'm no longer bound by those chains i often complained about. if you need me, i'll be here. all you have to do is come find me.
i don't know if I will have the time to write anymore letters. So if this does end up being the last letter I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before and you helped me. Even if you didn't know what I was talking about or know someone who has gone through it, you made me not feel alone. Because I know there are people who say all these things don't happen. And there are people who forget what it's like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. I can see it. This one moment when you know you're not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you're listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.