21

20,
You’ve come and gone like every other year in my life and I have to say, I’m pretty satisfied with what happened in my time with you. I continued to grow and repair myself, and while that sometimes meant leaving others behind for the sake of my own sanity, I’ve come to acceptance with what happened to everyone in those situations. Forgiven those who shot nasty words at me, forgiven myself for words I shouldn’t have said and I can only hope that those involved have forgiven me for the things I’ve done too.
But now our time together is over and it’s time for me to move on. A new age, a new time. 21. No catchy Taylor Swift song this year, but there’s only one thing I can really ask you to bring me, 21. I hope you bring more growth and grace and classiness.
Oh, and maybe a boyfriend would be nice so people can stop asking why I’m still single, but you know, I’m not too picky either way.
So 21, here’s to hoping you’re the best year yet.