Come to an End

Dearest Dane,1

I always kind of liked you in a "little brother" sort of way. You had these funny stories about Drake and your friends. You'd also ramble a lot about Germany--I never understood at times so I would just nod along. You weren't exactly what I would call sporty. You were more...strategic. I thought you did pretty good in the basketball tournament. And you and Troy where always goofing up on the soccer field. Plus, you tried to ref the "football games." I was cracking up. It was extra extra funny when I started teasing you and Carly. That was like the only time I actually saw you get a little mad.
Damn it, you had to mess everything up didn't you? First you started talking about Britney, you and Micah. Talking about her leg and other stuff. Then you talked about Holly; like she fake limps and crap. THEN you top it off by talking about how poor Kayla is! You two where laughing like there was no tomorrow. While I sat in stoney silence. Then we start talking smack about Preston. I wouldn't be surprised if you and Micah are talking crap about me.
So now I don't know what to do. But as I was searching around photobucket one night, I found this little quote:
"Some people think it's holding on that makes one strong...but sometimes it's letting go"-Unknown
Then it clicked. I didn't like the idea first....but you where turning into a hateful Dane. A Dane that thinks he's all tough and can talk smack about people that people at our school consider weird and stuff. I don't want Tough Dane, the Dane that thinks he is better then everyone else.
I want the Old Dane. The one who would have arguements with Troy, who laughed it off whenever he got out on 3x3 basketball, the one who would pretend we were in World War 2 and we had to defeat the Allies whenever we played Capture the Flag or that one Dodgeball game.
So I guess this is good-bye. I hope the Old Dane, the nice Dane, will resurface again.2

Sincerly,
Grace