Oh my sweet Rosalie, I don't know what I have been doing since you left. Even simple choices like staying here or going away seem very difficult. Should I hope that everything is going to be okay? Should I cry and pray for God to help me? I got to that point where no one can say anything to make me feel okay again. I'm very nervous about everything. How couldn't I be? I'm alone. And lonely people do crazy things. Lonely people die alone. I don't want to die alone. I want you back even if he never comes back. I have no idea how many kilometers are between us but it seems a very long way to run. I would fall if I had to run this far. So I'm staying here, hanging in there, breathing, thinking, hoping, praying. A month passes by so quickly. Just the blink of an eye and winter is gone. But one year later it's here again. Should I just wait a year and you will come back? One year, twelve months, three hundred and sixty six days, four seasons... It's a lot. I mean, no human can wait that long. And I'm only human.
Cathy
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Letters for Rose {to be continued}
Non-FictionBased on a true story this is the life of a teenager girl after she loses her best friend and her boyfriend!
