Letters for Rose {to be continued}

Dear Rose, (45)

That I did something to create all this caos in our lives there's no doubt but, what else? In what else have I failed you? In what else have I hurted you? What else have I done? It's time for you to tell me your side of the story. It's time for you to show me your position, your opinion. I deserve it Rosalie, you know I do. Cause both of us want me to move on. I would say more you than probably me, but it's okay. It's comprehensible and it's even fair. It was what you wanted when you left. So just tell me what else have I broken down? Your trust? Your heart? Your security? Your safe place? Maybe your confidence? Just tell me, I can handle it. I need to know so I can start to think of ways I can redeem myself. Because I cannot hurt you and leave you to die in pain. I'll make it right. Sooner or later but I will. I will if you want me to. If you let me in. I need to know and I need to make it better. I can do better. I must do better. So, just tell me. Shout it from the distance. Send a note. Respond to this email. Whisper it. Cry it out. Let it go. I don't know... just please let me know. What else can I do? What else can I make better? What else can I at least try? Rosalie, if you ever cared, you'll answer this. Please. What else?

Cathy