Letter To My Dear

Dear Rose, do you remember at the start when you said all you wanted was to become a mechanical engineer even though all your friends insisted they wanted to be Barbie princesses, but you didn’t care about what others wanted or thought? Do you do throwback Thursdays? Do you reminisce of old times when you liked your hair better cut than plaited? When you played football with the boys around against all the warnings of your dad.
Dear Rose, that’s really what you were. Ironical how you died and never rose. I’ve put much thought to this but haven’t still decided if it’s an apology letter or not. I really regret my actions, but fate always takes its course, right? I never meant to hurt you. You know that.

PS: How’s the little beauty you had in your womb doing? Did she turn out to look like me or you?

         Yours: The-guy-you-loved-who-yet-left-you-inside-a-burning-house-to-save-himself

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