Her: Why did you stop writing? Him: ummmmmmmmm……….. Dear YOU, Psst! It’s been a while. I have been riding the wave called life and I’ve capsized a couple of times and drowned then got myself back to shore and did it all over again. I had been doing this for a while then finally it was my anniversary. I have been here for 300 months, 9131 days, 219,144 hours, 13,148,640 minutes, 788,918,400 seconds. It has been a short but long time since I can’t remember most of the things that have happened over all those minutes. A lot has happened over the years. I have been beaten, I have had a few misdirected crushes, I have loved, I have been loved, I have hated, I have been hated, I have cried, I have laughed, I have been sick and I have been healthy but above all else, I have been alive. I have lived. I became what most people refer to as rebellious since I tend to do what I please. I refuted the idea of being controlled by experiences and advice from people who have not walked in