Thanks be to Ms. EBT.
The summer passes quickly.
I have my good days and my bad.
But I feel like I'm not allowed to have either.
Good days are reserved for those who deserve them.
I deserve the worst.
But Ben's here.
He's by my side, telling me I'm not horrible, that I'm human and am allowed to mistakes.
That this is what growing up is.
And that I'll only belittle Bella even more if I don't learn from it all.
And as I'm loading my carry-on into Ben's car to head to the Seattle airport, I know that there are things I need to say.
So, I write them down.
And I stop by Bella's house before I leave town for college.