to my rose,
hello, my wanderer. these days i am so alone, as you are constantly with another. i am not sure how to feel. to rejoice with cake pouring out of my red lips? how about swimming in a pool of my own tears, where a sudden force drags me down and covers my breathing points?
you have been spending less time with me,
rarely speaking, and believe it or not, that is incredibly difficult. i am sorry. i have not met your standards. i will back away, expect less letters, rose.
i do not know what to do. i have conflict.
yours,
s.a
YOU ARE READING
𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒.
Fanfiction1960. note style. neil always receives a note in the five centuries of verse book just before each meeting from a signed, "to my rose." with all of the members of the dead poets society making fun of him for the letters, neil decides to ask their h...
