October 4, 2022
Dear Rocco,
Today I couldn't take it anymore. I locked myself in the bathroom at work and cried. I usually don't like to cry in a public places or in front of people but I couldn't keep it in any longer. This is all getting too much to deal with.
I didn't expect to still be feeling the same way (or close to) that night from the fight, but it's like everything I say, every interaction between us now, something is lingering over top. Something we both want to avoid actually talking about but subconsciously know is there. I hate this feeling. It feels like he's done, and normally I would be able I tell myself it's all in my head, but this time it feels like it's for real.
I hear people around me talking about the wonderful feeling of love, and I want to feel that way too, I mean don't I deserve to, after everything I've been through?
His words are still so present in my mind, it scares me to think I haven't gotten over it yet. What does it mean? What about our future?
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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.
