I'm sorry, Annabeth.

Maybe -- maybe it's best.

You've always wanted the best.

It's not that I've stopped loving you. Because I do. Every second of the freaking day.

But now I love someone else.

I hope you understand. You understand, right?

Don't be scared. Don't be mad, or disappointed, or jealous.

Be happy.

Please?

*sigh*

Remember that book you once read me? The one with that last line that you would keep going on and on about? The Great Gatsby?

The with the last line that started with "So we beat on, boats against the current"?

Maybe, just maybe, we'll do just that.

I'm sorry, Wise Girl.

I'll always love you, Wise Girl.

I'll see you soon, Wise Girl.

I just want to be happy again.