Dear me at 16:
I know you’re lonely. There’s an empty space in your soul big enough to swallow the Titanic, or at least that’s how you feel.
In your junior year you’ll get asked to prom by a classmate from your sophomore Speech class. Don’t go. He’s not a creep- he’s exactly the opposite. If the two of you go to prom you’ll start dating. You’ll date for almost 3 years. Long enough for his family to jokingly predict marriage.
Six months before you turn 19 you’ll wake to realize you don’t love him enough to marry him. You care for him a lot, but a permanent commitment? No way. So you call and break it off. He’s heartbroken and you hurt because he’s hurting.
Years later you’ll find out he still pines for you. That will make it worse. The most awful thing about this whole fiasco is that you will lose the boy who was your only friend in high school because neither one of you can talk to the other anymore. Your shared past is too painful.
So please, for the sake of your friendship and to save a good man from crying his eyes out, just say no.
Rachel Kestner is now an aspiring writer who currently lives on a small sheep farm in Tennessee When she is not blogging at http://bluerosegirl08.wordpress.com/ she is acting as a cushion for a black cat named Nightshade and a dispenser of carrots for a Miniature Horse named Lady’s Man.