Love, Rosie (275 page)

say.

I
no
what’s
going
on,
Rosie;
you’re
my
best
friend
and
I
can
see
the
sad-

ness
in
your
eyes.
I
no
that
Greg
isn’t
away
working
for
the
weekend.
You

never
could
lie
to
me;
you
were
always
terrible
at
it.
Don’t
pretend
that
every-

thing
is
perfect
because
I
see
what’s
going
on.
I
see
that
Greg
is
a
selfish
man

who
has
absolutely
no
idea
just
how
lucky
he
is
and
it
makes
me
sick.

He
is
the
luckiest
man
in
the
world
to
have
you,
Rosie,
but
he
doesn’t

deserve
you
and
you
deserve
far
better.
You
deserve
someone
who
loves
you

with
every
single
beat
of
his
heart,
someone
who
thinks
about
you
con-

stantly,
someone
who
spends
every
minute
of
every
day
just
wondering
what

you’re
doing,
where
you
are,
who
you’re
with,
and
if
you’re
OK.
You
need

someone
who
can
help
you
reach
your
dreams
and
who
can
protect
you

from
your
fears.
You
need
someone
who
will
treat
you
with
respect,
love

every
part
of
you,
especially
your
flaws.
You
should
be
with
someone
who

can
make
you
happy,
really
happy,
dancing
on
air
happy
.
Someone
who

should
have
taken
the
chance
to
be
with
you
years
ago
instead
of
becoming

scared
and
being
too
afraid
to
try.

I’m
not
scared
anymore
Rosie.
I
am
not
afraid
to
try.

I
no
what
that
feeling
was
at
your
wedding—it
was
jealousy.
My
heart

broke
when
I
saw
the
woman
I
love
turning
away
from
me
to
walk
down
the

aisle
with
another
man,
another
man
she
planned
to
spend
the
rest
of
her
life

with.
It
was
like
a
prison
sentence
for
me.
Years
ahead
without
me
being
able

to
tell
you
how
I
feel
or
hold
you
how
I
wanted
to.

Twice
we
stood
beside
each
other
at
the
altar,
Rosie.
Twice
.
And
twice

we
got
it
wrong.
I
needed
you
to
be
there
for
my
wedding
day
but
I
was
too

stupid
to
see
that
I
needed
you
to
be
the
reason
for
my
wedding
day.
But
we

got
it
all
wrong.

I
should
never
have
let
your
lips
leave
mine
all
those
years
ago
in
Boston.
I

should
never
have
pulled
away.
I
should
never
have
panicked.
I
should
never

have
wasted
all
those
years
without
you.
Give
me
a
chance
to
make
them
up
to

you.
I
love
you,
Rosie,
and
I
want
to
be
with
you
and
Katie
and
Josh.
Always.

404

Cecelia
Ahern