Marissa,

I’m sorry-- if you’re reading this, I broke our promise, and I won’t be walking out of here with you. But I hope you still walk out of here, head held high. You’re a bad bitch, and I’ve just watched you blossom more and more since we got here. Get out of here, and live your life somewhere where people can appreciate you for the outstanding person you are.

Thank you for trusting me with your secret.

Your Friend,
Parker