Life is too short for me to spend it hating you, in anger, in deeply pain. Life is too short for anything that doesn't make me happy, that doesn't make me wanna dance and sing or be grateful to be here. Life is too short for me to be like you. Life is just too short. I want to live it right. I want to spend it right. I want it to be worth the fight. I need it. I need it now. And I need it bad. So, I'm going to make it happen. No more tears. No more second thoughts. No more overthinking, overreacting, overattachement. No more pain. No more you. No more him. It would be easier to let go than it is to grab on to, but unfortunately for me, it isn't. Otherwise, now that I know that you or him only hurt me and that is not the way I want to be living my life, I would just simply let you go and move on. Clearly, I can't do it. I still write to you almost every day. So no moving on for me. But, please, no more madness, no more desperation, no more physical damage, no more mental corrosion, no more him's, no more love's. And specially no more Rosalie's. One Rosalie is enough for one person in one life. Cause life it's painful as it is, let alone with another loss like yours. No more Rosalie. No more you. And saddest of all, no more you and me.
Cathy
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Letters for Rose {to be continued}
No FicciónBased on a true story this is the life of a teenager girl after she loses her best friend and her boyfriend!
