Thursday, July 20th, 2017:

I have been a wreck lately. To be honest, writing you has been the only that brings me comfort. It's not even the official halfway mark of summer, yet I've already lost everything this summer. This has been the worst summer of life. It's kind of a relief mine has taken an early stop.

 I haven't seen Rocky ever since our breakup at the bonfire. I think he might resent me now. He hasn't shown up to the treehouse when I'm there. He destroyed the exterior of the treehouse by spray painting insults at me. And even worse, you're family hates me. Every other day they'll throw eggs at my window. At least they've invited me to your funeral tomorrow. 

I've found myself mourning when I hang out in the dark in our treehouse. At night, I have dreams about you - a future where you and I have settled down together and we have two beautiful children. I'm so down, I've almost attempted to cut down the treehouse. To free myself of the pain and misery I've endured this summer. That's why I've sought advice from Vanessa. 

Vanessa suggested that the best way to cope with this all is to stop writing letters to you. So, I stopped writing you after the bonfire, but I do believe we deserve closure. This shall be the last note I ever write to you. Wise words have told me that if you love something, you must let it go. Love is a bird; there comes the time when you have to set it free. 

That's why I'm leaving for Connecticut after the funeral tomorrow. I have relatives who live nearby the Yale campus. I'm going to stay with them until I move into my dorm in the beginning of August. If I stay any longer, everything will fall apart. Almost all of my bags are packed. 

Once I finish writing, I'm going to burn this note. Burning will symbolize my release of you. This summer, all I've done is hold on. Now I need to leave the tragedy behind and venture into the positive. So, I leave you with these words: I love you, Ross.

Your's Truly, 

Laura Marano

A/N: Stay tuned for the epilogue :)