October 3, 2022
Dear Rocco,
Tomorrow is going to be a week since the big fight. Fights don't usually take this long for us to recover. Fights don't usually take this long for me to forget.
Today was the only day in the past little bit that actually gave me hope that we were okay. It was small talk this morning but as the day went on, we talked about work and it was like something inside of him took light. It was so beautiful to see and I truly was happy for him.
But like always, I open my mouth and make things worse. I pointed out that he didn't seem like himself lately and asked if he wanted to talk about it. That's when he left me on read. He knows how I feel about him doing that, but did I really say something that wrong?

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A Little Girl's Best Friend
PoetryRocco is a bear that was named by someone who is really special to me. Writing letters to Rocco is my way of getting myself to open up about the harder times in my life that I wouldn't be able to talk to anyone about easily.