It had been years since she had last heard from Duncan. She had been hoping he would reach out to her despite the breakup, but he never did. And she knew he wouldn't. He said he would consider getting back together after she graduated, but the look in his eyes said otherwise.

But she survived.

And fixed her hair one last time before her speech. She walked on the stage with her usual confident demeanor and addressed her peers. I can't believe it, I worked so hard for this. It's like all my dreams-well most of them, came to fruition. I just wish he was here…OR that someone was.

She continued speaking before her negative thoughts got the best of her.

"-And you must believe that you have great purpose in this world. Don't give others the power to determine your worth, your ability, your strength. You have come a long way, celebrate that. Frida Kahlo said painting completed her life. Whatever you decide to do, make sure it is something that makes you feel whole. Most days, you should feel privileged to work or do that thing. If that's not the case, too late you already blew 100,000 grand learning how to do it."

Oh good, laughter. I was worried these hard asses wouldn't give me anything.

"But seriously. Own your universe. Be whatever your heart is telling you to be. And fuck the rest. Thank You, and good luck 2015 Graduates!"

The room roared with excitement. Applause muffled the sounds of deans and department chairs murmuring about Courtney's impromptu changes to the speech, but none the less the students seemed happy.

"Thank you Courtney, what a powerful piece of wisdom you gave us."

She rolled her eyes.

The ceremony ended after more garble from distinguished guest and professors of the university. She was just ready to leave. Nobody even showed up…but then again, who would?

I felt like a secret most of my life. A big secret that everyone knew about but refused to acknowledge.

"But you get to see him every day! I WANNA SEE DADDY! WHY WON'T DADDY COME SEE ME!"

Courtney's mother sighed, tired of this discussion for the day, "Princesita, I told you. Daddy is always very busy. I will ask him to come see you soon, but no promises."

The angry tears didn't subside, but she agreed, trying to stay hopeful, "Si mi Reina."

"Do you still love me?"

"How do I say always again?"

"Siempre"

"Well, siempre"

The hug that followed was warm and loving, but Courtney was not satisfied. She felt as though pieces of her were still missing. And she had no power over getting them back.

She sat in her apartment and watched the rain pound the pavement. I don't know why I'm bothered, he didn't come to anything else…he just sends money and gifts. Shit I can get myself if I wanted. I don't need his money. I don't need him either. I don't' need anyone.

Two weak tears plopped down into her glass of white wine. She knew she had accomplished something wonderful, but what did it matter if no one was there with her.