I'm not sure why I'm telling you this but I will anyway. This is a story, and not just any story. This is my story. A story about how love can ruin you but how it's especially important to remember the friends who are there for you not only when you think you need it but when they know you need it. I'm not going to tell you his name or anything about our love story because I know that ruins everything about a book, for me anyway, you'll just have to read. I'm Rosalyn but call me Rosie. I bunk with my best friend Rebecca Miller who's been there for me throughout my whole life. My parents are pretty wealthy but I don't like to play on that hence my converse, skinny jeans, plain shirts and hoodies being my outfit mostly.