𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌)

𝐍𝐞𝐰 & 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

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4 Months Later

"Ari, who are you going to prom with?" Harper asks, brushing her curly hair into a ponytail. I shrug and say, "I don't know yet." Harper looks surprised and asks, "What about Polo? Now that I think about it, I haven't seen him around?"

My cheeks flush as I turn away, "oh yeah, I forgot to tell you" I sigh, and she looks at me puzzled, "forgot to tell me what?" she asks. I grab her cheeks "Sometimes in life partners aren't meant to be with each other forever." she still looks confused.

I laughed and shook my head "We broke up and he enlisted in the army" her mouth drops. "What?!" I nod my head, "Yeah, it's over. I guess it's for the best." She stands there, her mouth still agape, and then her eyes well up with tears. She wraps her arms around me and we hold each other.

"So I won't see Polo anymore." I rub her shoulder. "You will see Polo again, just not with me and him together as a couple." She cries some more "Aw what's wrong baby?" Mary enters the room hugging Harper.

She looks up at me "I told her I and Polo aren't together anymore. And being the dramatic baby she is she cries and thinks she won't see him anymore" Mary smacks her lips. "Oh baby, a stupid boy is the last thing you should be crying about."  I glare at Mary.

Mary shrugs her shoulders "Polo is more than just a stupid boy. He was a brother to her" She waves me off. "Like she doesn't have a real brother. Come on baby let me freshen you up" She picks Harper up and leaves the room.

Mary peeks her head into my room and says, "And make sure you are not late for your appointment." I nod my head and begin to do my hair. Normally, I would say the past four months have been difficult and stressful, but that hasn't been the case.

My life has been the best it has ever been. The only thing that matters is positive energy. There are no boys, no terrible grades, no fake friends, and no mess. I live with purpose and direction. I'm taking care of myself mentally and physically, and I'm doing what I love.

My therapist helped me improve, so I can thank her. I'm so glad I took the initiative to find help. It's made a huge difference in my life and it's all thanks to her. I'm grateful for her support and guidance.

I'll always remember the first session with my therapist. She walked into the room wearing a vibrant turquoise dress that perfectly matched her warm and compassionate demeanor. It was easy for her to relate to me because she knew how it felt to be a teenage girl.

Also, I have an appointment with her in about an hour. I see her twice a month and if I would like to see her sooner I can just book an appointment. But I didn't do that once so that's how I know I'm good.
As I prepare for my appointment with her in about an hour, I carefully select my outfit. I opt for a bold and confident look that reflects my growing self-assurance. I chose a white fitted tee and light wash jean shorts plus my Air Force ones to complete my outfit.

I throw my purse over my shoulder before making my way out of my room. "Ok, I'm leaving" I grab my keys from the table "ok have a good session baby" I nod leaving out of the house. I walk to my car. Did I mention I have a car now? Well, now you know.

I open the car door and step in, starting the engine and pulling out of the driveway. I turn up the radio and smile, feeling content as I drive off. It only takes me about 30 minutes to get there.

As I drive, a familiar melody plays on the radio. It's one of my all-time favorite songs, and I can't help but sing along, "Snooze" by SZA. " I'll touch that fire for you. I do that three, four times again, I testify for you." I sing to the top of my lungs.