Donovan,
Hey. I suck at letters. So this is going to suck. That’s got to be something with our generation, right? No one writes letters anymore. I feel like I should be writing this with a quill by candlelight or something. Haha.
Anyway. Pearl and I are leaving Hannsett Island today. I’m sorry I didn’t get to see you. Everything just happened really fast. It’s hard to explain right now. I WANT to explain it. Of all people, I want to talk to you. Tell you everything. And I will. One day.
Don’t stress. It’s good, I think.
The point of this letter is this: this has been one of the best, wildest summers of my life. For the first time, I felt like I fit in my own skin. And I feel like that’s all because of you. You’re one of the bravest guys I know. You’re YOU, unapologetically. Even when it’s hard. Especially when it’s hard. I admire that. Never change.
Keep being you. Keep being amazing. You were my favorite part of the summer and I hope I was, at least, a bright spot on yours.
Tell Jason I’m sorry. Tell your dad he’s raised a good kid. Tell that muskrat…squeak-squeak.
Maybe we’ll find each other, ten years from now, and laugh about all of this.
xoxo,
Kenzi
