You were doing so well. Everyone thought you were getting better. I hate my birthday because it reminds me of you. You're the only one to ever send me flowers. I still have the tag from them. I wish you were here, I wish you saw me in my prom dress, or celebrated my graduation with the rest of us. If I would have known that night at Panera would have been our last together, I would have made the most of it, but I did not, and for that, I am still so upset with myself. I think about you a lot, and I'll love you always. I hope you're proud of me. I miss you.