Dear my precious Ruby,
My doctor thinks I should stop writing these, so they've blocked my postage to you. They said I'm still attached to you. That I can't move past the trauma. I don't think you're trauma though, do you?
I think you tried your best.
I think we both tried to love a little to hard.
I think you're still sorry.
Or maybe I just like to think like this.
Maybe they are right. Maybe you're just throwing these out with the rest of your love letters. Maybe your only intention was to destroy me. Maybe my only intention was to be destroyed.
I think I tried.
Tried to make you happy.
Maybe that's why I'm here.
And you're there.
You didn't try hard enough.
Love,
Roseline
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Letters From Roseline
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