Letters for Rose {to be continued}

Dear Rose, (6)

And now I just feel pain and an absolute loneliness. I think I didn't know how much I needed you, how much I depended on you. Breathing is very difficult now. I just feel like air doesn't want to get into my lungs; there's nothing in here. Can you imagine yourself living without air? Can you imagine how hard this is for me? Please, Rosalie, please, give me a sign. Where are you? What are you doing? How are you? A simple sign. I'll figure this out. Only pain tells me that you and me were real. This pain reminds me that you were real, you were here. But it also reminds me that you're gone, that I lost you and God only knows if you find your way back to me. I wish I had your real e-mail. I wish I could actually send you this letter and I wish I could patiently wait for your answer. I wish the door bells rang and you showed up smiling, like this few months never happened. I just wish you came back. I keep wishing. I mean, hope is the last thing to die.

Cathy