Dear Natalie,

Oh man. I miss you. So, so much. I’ve already been on Forget for two weeks and I am just now getting time to write to you. This place is unbelievable. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was leaving. They said I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone about it until I got here. Have you talked to my family? Have they told you anything about this place? Here, let me. Forget is a place for broken-hearted people to process their feelings and thoughts. Most of the people here just went through a breakup. But others, like me, only loved from afar. The way that they do things here, it’s a form of therapy. They have literally everything you could possibly want. I’ve never seen so many different kinds of ice cream in my entire life. And the colors. Oh my. This whole place is a rainbow of colors. I never knew there were so many shades of yellow. The idea is that you’re so wrapped up in all of the activities here, that you eventually, in a healthy and natural way, forget about the person with whom you were in love. I think I’m going to have to stay here for a while. So no more sleepovers for quite some time. I’m sorry. Please know that it’s for the best. I think I am slowly healing.

I’ve enjoyed getting to know some of the people here. There was an old man that I met at the movie theater last night. His name was John. I asked him why he was here, and he said, “She loved me as though she knew me. I loved her because I thought I did.” I burst into tears. I don’t see how I’m ever going to get over…you-know-who. We aren’t supposed to say their names. It’s part of the healing process. You know what? Screw it. I loved Jack so, so much, and I know he’ll never love me with the intensity that I loved him. Geez. This letter has really triggered me. I think I need to go for a jog. I love you so much.

Shayd

—By Shayd, 16, South Carolina