Dear March,

I made it through February. It was easier than I thought it would be. The last few February years have been hard, but now it's okayer. Things are easier. I only though about him a few times, and I'm so in love with her now. He's gone, and I think he has been for years. When I thought I knew him, I lost myself and I lost who he really was. Now it's March. I'm out. It's okay. It will be okay. Someday. But I've made it to March safely. I can do this.