God, I hope you're listening,

watching me type. Boy, I'm not doing this out of spite. I know that my daddy was right,

but I keep thinking about next year. It IS best if we don't talk until I'm 18, I know,

but it's still shoking that I had to say so. A bad dreams been realized, like a scene from a movie.

I was left crying on the phone, hoping that you didn't hear me. All I keep thinking about now,

since we hung up the phone, is I hope we keep our promises, to wait until I'm 18 so we can start up again.

However, I'm hoping that you break just one part. We made a deal, that you'd call in a year,

when I'm eighteen. I look forward to hearing your voice on the other side of that screeen.

But, baby, I keep thinking about what the year holds. My graduations, my prom, everything I've wanted.

So I've been praying and hoping that you do call, and that if all of that falls before my birthday,

I hope you call before it all. I want you to be the one I dance with at prom. I want you at all my graduations.

It hurts to think that we won't see each other for another three-hundred and thirty-two days.

I had to tell you not to text or call, that we can't see each other for that long. But, Im half-hoping that we run

into each other, somewhere through the city, that you'll walk into my work, where ever that is, and surprisingly

see me. But regardless of how w feel fr each other, I mostly hope that this year isgood to you. That it ivs you a

chance to find yourselfmor. If nothing happens between us again, I can get over that in time, but, darling, I just want

what is best for you, ad I believe that this is all a part of God's plan for you. I'm praying for your safety, and your

happiness. Because that's all I care about. Baby, just promise that you'll be good to yourself. I know that you're

going to goplaces, you are good enough for everything and anything. I love you and I'm sorry for all the hurt I've caused.

Call me in time. <3