When I think about Rosie Kepler, I think of a beautiful, talented girl with brown hair and green eyes and full, red lips and freckles.
It's easy to think of that, because that's what you see. And a person's appearance can lead you to believe the same is true on the inside.
But life has taught me differently. It turns out, I didn't know my best friend at all. The beautiful, happy girl I just told you about? She's wasn't so happy after all. And everything I ever saw in her, and everyone else, too, was, well, false.
Rosie was my best friend, and somehow I believed the same crap everyone else did. That she was okay. Somehow, despite everything she told me, and I listened carefully too, despite all of that I didn't know she was unhappy.
And Rosie, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you the way I should have been. I don't deserve to be alive, but yet I still am. Why? I don't know. Why doesn't a car hit me on the way to school? Why doesn't a lightning bolt strike me and kill me on the spot?
Why did you die? Why were you depressed? Why were you unhappy?
But I wasn't?
It sure doesn't seem fair, Rosie, but I want you to be with me right now. If you're not mad at me. Do I deserve it?
I don't know anymore. Since you left us, I can't think straight. You ripped out my heart and left a hole in my brain.
My life will never be the same without you.
It's taken a minute, but I think I'm finally realizing you're gone.
And I hate that.
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Calling Your Name
RomanceRosetta Haymaker, better known as Rose, has been struggling with a dull love life since the day she was born. Now, 18 years old and graduating from high school in less than a month, Rose is desperate to find a boyfriend. She fears she will forever b...
