Love, Rosie

Dear Dylan

Dear Dylan,

God you never deserved this.

You never deserved the horrible home life you were given.

People always assume the wealthiest people have the easiest life; a pampered lifestyle full of luxury and stability. But it's all a facade. Money cannot buy you happiness.

I remember the trio, in primary school it was Jade, you and I against the world. We believed we could do anything we set our minds to. Summers at the creek, winters in the hills and late nights watching horror films. Our youth together was the epitome of child's wonder. Curiosity motivated our endless hours and secrets beneath a makeshift fort were shared.

I thought the love I had for you, the familial love I held for both Jade and you would be enough to make up for the love your parents never gave you. You were given everything; cars, video games and a 24/7 stocked fridge; everything a teenage boy could ever dream of. But you were never given love. Instead of being home, watching their son grow into the person I know you as, they deemed traveling the world for work a better investment.

I think the only thing worse than not knowing your parents is knowing them, and knowing they don't give a shit about you.

Every birthday I remember you'd receive an envelope, it'd be addressed to you with a formal birthday greeting and a hefty gift whether it be a cheque or new car. But every card, would never be signed with the meaningful, "Love, Mom and Dad." Year after year it was signed, "Sincerely Mr. & Mrs. Bradford, of Bradford Enterprises."

So much for familial love.

As the years went by, you turned to alcohol and partying as your escape, they were your distraction from the abandonment, the solitude.

FLASHBACK

"Dylan you need to stop this," I said, pulling the bottle away from his hands.

"What does it matter? I don't have any parents to scold me," he lazily grinned, "Makes it sound like my parents are dead huh? But they're not Rosie Posie, but I wish they were, it'd be easier then."

I looked at Dylan, my poor Dylan, and felt my heart break for him. It was true, it'd be much easier for his parents to be dead, then there'd be a reason for their silence. But no, they were alive and kicking with a purpose to live, that purpose just wasn't Dylan.

I placed the bottle back in his hand and grabbed another one for myself, "Well if you're going to drink, then so be it, but you're not doing it alone," I smirked clinking my glass with his.

Dylan chuckled taking a swig of his beer and gazed around the lively party that seemed to make the gleam of the Christmas lights blend together. I propped my head against his shoulder and exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"It'd be so much easier Rosie Posie, so much easier," Dylan sighed.

END FLASHBACK

You were a real life Gatsby without the long lost love and yellow car.

Just a wealthy guy, living his life without the love of family and the loud boisterous nights filled with parties.

It was when you came to me with lovestruck eyes, that I thought things were looking up.

Those lovestruck eyes were for one girl, a girl we knew like the back of our hands.

Jade.

I was ecstatic to say the least. I really thought Jade was a perfect match for you. Having known you two since the sandbox days, I believed your personalities would mesh well. The only problem was that Jade was completely oblivious to how much in love you were with her.