Love, Rosie (10 page)

be
your
best
friend.

You
have
no
idea
what
this
summer
has
been
like.
Ever
since
we
were

kids
we
pushed
away
every
single
person
that
could
possibly
have
been
our

friend.
We
blocked
people
until
there
was
only
me
and
you.
You
probably

haven’t
noticed,
because
you
have
never
been
in
the
position
I
am
in
now.

You
have
always
had
someone.
You
always
had
me.
I
always
had
you.
Now

you
have
Bethany
and
I
have
no
one.

Now
I
feel
like
those
other
people
that
used
to
try
to
become
our
friend,

that
tried
to
push
their
way
into
our
circle
but
were
met
by
turned
backs.
I

know
you’re
probably
not
doing
it
deliberately
just
as
we
never
did
it
deliber-

ately.
It’s
not
that
we
didn’t
want
anyone
else,
it’s
just
that
we
didn’t
need

them.
Sadly
now
it
looks
like
you
don’t
need
me
anymore.

Anyway
I’m
not
moaning
on
about
how
much
I
hate
her,
I’m
just
trying

to
tell
you
that
I
miss
you.
And
that
well
.
.
.
I’m
lonely.

Whenever
you
cancel
nights
out
I
end
up
staying
home
with
Mum
and

Dad
watching
TV.
It’s
so
depressing.
This
was
supposed
to
be
our
summer

of
fun.
What
happened?
Can’t
you
be
friends
with
two
people
at
once?

I
know
you
have
found
someone
who
is
extra
special,
and
I
know
you

both
have
a
special
“bond,”
or
whatever,
that
you
and
I
will
never
have.
But

we
have
another
bond,
we’re
best
friends.
Or
does
the
best
friend
bond
dis-

appear
as
soon
as
you
meet
somebody
else?
Maybe
it
does,
maybe
I
just

don’t
understand
that
because
I
haven’t
met
that
“somebody
special.”
I’m

not
in
any
hurry
to,
either.
I
liked
things
the
way
they
were.

So
maybe
Bethany
is
now
your
best
friend
and
I
have
been
relegated
to

just
being
your
“friend.”
At
least
be
that
to
me,
Alex.
In
a
few
years
time
if

my
name
ever
comes
up
you
will
probably
say,
“Rosie,
now
there’s
a
name
I

haven’t
heard
in
years.
We
used
to
be
best
friends.
I
wonder
what
she’s
doing

love,
rosie

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now;
I
haven’t
seen
or
thought
of
her
in
years!”
You
will
sound
like
my
mum

and
dad
when
they
have
dinner
parties
with
friends
and
talk
about
old
times.

They
always
mention
people
I’ve
never
even
heard
of
when
they’re
talking

about
some
of
the
most
important
days
of
their
lives.
Yet
where
are
those