He Is, He Isn't

Epilogue

Dearest little Ellie,

I found your old journal. I was going through the stuff in your bedroom as you prepared to pack everything up and move out after college.

You started writing it the summer were sixteen. It was very happy. You were madly in love with a boy named Ryan. He was wonderful, and handsome, and funny. A perfect summer fling. But it was more than a fling to you, wasn't it?

When he broke your heart, you thought you'd never recover. The pain you were in was unbelievable. Boys can be so inconsiderate of girls hearts, can't they? Although, the same can be said of girls.

You cried every night for weeks. The last entry in the journal says two words. Simply, "it's over."

You never wrote another word. The pages are blank.

But that's not where your story ended, huh?

Slowly, the pain went away. You saw what a damn mistake it was, loving Ryan. He was reckless, and immature, and dangerous. You realized that eventually. You recovered. Finished high school. Got a bachelors degree in English. You're going to be a poetry writer. No surprise there.

You fell in love with a chemistry major.

He is careful with your heart. He loves you unconditionally. He plans to marry you.

So the future does look bright. Pain won't last forever. You don't even remember the boy you loved at sixteen.

You should be so glad you moved on.

I'm glad she did.

Love,
James. Ellie's (soon to be [but she doesn't know yet!])fiancé.