A Relationship Ends Because You've Outgrown It.

And Yet I Know I Am Too Young, That We're Too Young, For Me To Live My Life Only As It Relates To You. If You Had Asked Me To Marry You The Night You First Told Me About Your Acceptance, I Would Have Embraced Princeton As Part Of A Larger Plan That Involved Me. I Probably Would Have Reacted Differently. I Might Even Had Said Yes. Alas, You Didn't Ask Me Then. You Made Plans For Your Future Without Me In Mind, And That's Okay. But How Can You Now Ask Me To Arrange My Life Around You?

It Just Makes Me Wonder What Subject You Blame For Talking To Me Every Night.' I'm Still Settling On An Answer For That One. Probably Chemistry. Jesus Christ. I Can't Believe I Just Wrote That.

Most Of My Friends From Columbia Are Going On To Get Advanced Degrees. And Why Not? A Ph.d. Is The New M.a., A Master's Is The New Bachelor's, A B.a. Is The New High School Diploma, And A High School Diploma Is The New Smiley-face Sticker On Your First-grade Spelling Test.

You Called Me A Natural Con Artist And Asked Me What Other Secrets I Was Hiding. I Didn't Answer Because I Already Knew, In Some Deep, Primal Way, What Furtive Truth You Were Referring To: That I Was Destined To Fall In Love With You.

I Feel Better When I Am Not Around People. When I Am Alone, Alone, Alone.