Dearest Makenzie,

You got a new bike today, your hottie of a boyfriend bought it for you and i can't wait to see it. Remember those nights we used to ride around Montrose until the wee hours of the morning dreaming about summer flings and a world empty of homework. Perhaps we can reinvent that time in our life, when our callendars were filled with concerts and our thought's filled with lies to our parents. Back when we never got enough sleep and both the circles under out eyes and grades showed the results. Back when we had to count out change at fast food restaurant counters if we wanted anything for dinner. Back when going to the park and seeing 5 people we knew from afar was satisfying enough to call it a "good day". Back when we never spent more than one hour without talking or laughing.

Oh wait, nothings changed.

your bad romance,

Dena