There are a few things you should know. Obviously, I'm not taking you to prom. I can't; they won't let me. I'm not graduating. I can't; I've missed too many days. Luke kicked me out because I refused to go back next year. Jimmy, my father, showed up. Seeing him sort of yanked my foundation from underneath me and to get my bearings back, I have to leave - I'm following him to California. For now, that's where I'll be.
I'm a mess, Rory, an emotional mess. You mean far too much to me than the boy in me can handle, much less understand. I need to grow; I need to be a man. I wish that I could stay and still be the man that we both need me to be. This was the last possible resort I could fathom.
Just know, this is not me running away. This is me finding myself and becoming the man I want to be. I want to be better, Rory, for me, for you, for Luke. I'm not giving up, or walking away, or "throwing in the towel". I am trying and will keep on trying. I don't know when we'll see each other again, nor do I expect you to be waiting, but please, don't give up on me, Rory.