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Dear Harmony,

   Mr. Reynolds gave a talk about rebellious behavior during class today. He indirectly mentioned you, and it made me angry. You weren't a rebel, you were just different. As far as I knew, you were the happy-go-lucky type. Almost to a fault.

   Perhaps that is why you snapped? After all, you did have a slight independent streak. I remember the first time you and I had friction. I wasn't trying to hold you back from anything, mind you. I just wanted to be sure you knew what you really wanted.

   I'm resisting the temptation to blame myself for this. I may play a part in it, I may not. Regardless what role I have in this, it ultimately lies in your hands. You had a destiny—or so you believed—and you set off to find it. The only problem is you left me behind, and I was made to be your destiny.

   Hopefully you'll circle back one of these days.

   I really do miss you. Forgive me for not understanding. For being in your way, if I was at all. Honestly, all I believe is that you felt something so strong you couldn't resist it, and you felt it inevitable to chase after whatever it was. Maybe you will come home, maybe I will never see you again.

   Whatever the outcome, I have a feeling it's meant to happen either way.