Letters for Rose {to be continued}

Dear Rose, (37)

I am going to tell you what kind of person I am. I am the exactly opposite of you. I am the person who stays and you are the person who unfortunately leaves. I stay and I never give up and you do. You are a quitter, I am a fighter. You are a watcher, I am a doer. Cause I do things and you just watch. I do things right and you watch me do it. I do things wrong, you watch me and then you judge me. Or you leave which is even worse. So, screw you Rosalie. Screw you and your quitter heart. You and your weak soul. Screw you! I don't want you back! Don't come back. You just quite on me, you ran away, you gave up so wait a little longer so I can move on. Wait a little, wait forever. Just don't come back. I am a surviver. I am a fighter. I am a doer. I am a hero. I am strong. I am capable. I am me and I am definitely not you. Not like you. Just please don't do what I so miserably asked you to do. Don't you return. Not only for me but for you too. Once again in your life you have the opportunity to do something right, something good, something dificult. Once in your life don't blow it off. Do the right thing. Be strong, be the hero, be the one. And don't come back. Just stay where you are. Once in your life be me. Do it like me. Stay where you are. We are nothing alike. It wouldn't work out anyway. Cause I do and you watch. And the sad part is: I do the things we should do together so later we could watch it grow. But at least I am glad of one thing. At least I am still here to do those things. At least, I survived.

Cathy