6 August 1994
" Rosie?"
"Yeah Charlie?"
"I...erm...was wondering..."
"About what Charlie?"
" What you think of...me."
" Charlie, I..."
" Rosie? Please?"
" Charlie, I don't know I mean...You...me..."
"Yeah...I guess so..Just a quirky thought thrown out there..It means nothing, haha. Glum chums?"
"Glum chums."
It killed me to say this.
The truth is Rosie, I love you, and have loved you since we were four years old. But of course, I know what you think of me. I just don't want to lose you, i guess.
