Letters for Rose {to be continued}

Dear Rose, (8)

I can say I'm depressed. Chocolate doesn't taste good, roses don't smell well, air is not fresh, music doens't sound good, dawn doens't look good, sleep doens't feel good, television doesn't make me happy, friends don't make me laugh... My spirit is away, too far from my body. My spirit is wherever you are. You left, he left, my spirit left, all the happiness in the world left. How could you take so much from me? And now I just wake up every morning completly ready to hear that you'll never come back. But falling asleep is much more difficult than that. Falling asleep is painful and slowly. I try my best not to think about it but every single moment with you crosses my mind. Why would you and him go away at the same time? Is that God trying to catch me? Trying to force me to live life and appreciate everyone I have with me? I have so many questions. And no one can answer any of them. I'm depressed. My attention is far away from here. My attention is wherever you are. I'm exausted and depressed.

Cathy