Letters to Rose,

six

Dear Rose,

You seemed upset today.

You didn't say a word during our car ride to school, at lunch you didn't eat, and didn't text me later that night.

I was worried, boy you had no idea. But I had no right to ask, I mean, it seemed that it was Daniel's job now to comfort you, as I rarely get a glimpse in your life this time around.

But still, I wish you'd tell me your worries. Your problems, your thoughts, hell, even what you had for breakfast.

I feel us growing some distance, Rose. And you know how much I hate gardening.

love -
mei

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