Dear Rose,

Jesus Christ, I loved you. I practically worshipped you. And now, I can't find the kindness in me to say hello. What happened?

It all started with Little Boy. I really liked him (Straight Psychotic? What?) and so I tried to become friends with you, in an effort to be his friend- at least maybe a little bit. 

But then we started talking. You were depressed. I was depressed. We became the best of friends. I'm not even kidding. I fell in love. We texted at night. You had insomnia. I learned to stay up, be a rebel. I thank you for that, because without that, i would not be here as the person I am. 

Then I did something stupid. I told you I loved you.

You said yes.

I cried with happiness. 

But when I woke up the next morning, you told me you had lied. You were sorry. You didn't want to reject me, but it was the wrong decision to lie to me. So you told me the truth.

The truth was fine. I accepted it and moved on.

You never talked to me again.

Don't think I still love you. I have the best girlfriend in the world, and I love her with all my heart. I'm not sure I even care anymore.

I just wanted to say thank you, for all you taught me. You taught me not to talk so loudly, not to play around. You taught me how to stay up. You taught me how to cut, even if you never meant to.

So I say thanks for everything.

Bye.

Woah that was deeeeeep