A letter from Nov 26, 2025

Dear Olivia, by this time I will have graduated. Right now, I have five days until I turn eighteen. I have yet to kiss Giselle and yet to be with her. Are you still a wuss? What was our end grades for the quarter? How many scholarships did we sign up for? Is nursing the right path? Why do I ask you these things, as if six months is enough time to answer? Please do me an honest favor and remember, though I have a hard time believing it right now, you are worth something. You have to be worth something. Make something of yourself. Do it for me, the girl staring back at you through a foggy lense. How is Maybell and Sissy? How is our sister? How are our parents? Do we still write poems? Please send me one! I hope I am alive to receive this letter.