I am too young to feel like I'm running out of time.
I might not have anymore time to write more letters.

If this does end up being the last letter,
I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school
and you helped me.

Even if you didn’t know what I was talking about
or don't know what it's like to go through it.
You made me not feel alone.

Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen.
And there are people who forget what it’s like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen.
And know these will all be stories someday,
and our pictures will become old photographs
and we’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad.
But right now these moments are not stories.

This is happening.
I am here and I am looking at him
and he is so breathtakingly gorgeous.
I can see it.
This one moment when you know, you’re not just a sad story,
you are alive.
And you stand up and see the lights on buildings
and everything that makes you wonder when you were listening to that song
on that drive with the people you love most in this world.

And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.
This moment is my infinity.
I am not running out of time.