Letters to Rosie

Dear Rosie,

     I'm sorry I haven't written as much as I promised I would in the past two weeks, but I've still been trying to settle in here. Hopefully this letter will be the first of many.

     Life is good here. Meridell is nice this time of year, the locals tell me. I've been exploring the kingdom here, and let me tell you, it is huge! It's much bigger than Neopia Central for sure. I miss you, though.

     Look, I've wanted to talk to you about my last day there. I left on a bad note. I shouldn't have yelled, I know, but I had to move! It wasn't my choice, like I said. My parents thought being farther out in the country would do me some good, and so far it has. Living on a farm has its perks. Sure, I have to get up early to tend to the crops, but at least I get to see the sunrise every day, something I had never done before. Plus, my dad says I'm a natural at farming, being a Mynci and all. And I've met some other kids that have farms near ours. They're really nice. We play hide-and-seek in the plants and I always win since I'm green.

     But I digress. Rosie, I feel terrible about leaving you after we had a fight. I'm sorry for that. I truly am. Will you forgive me? Please?

     Awaiting your response,

     Walt

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     24th Day of Eating, Year Eight

     Dear Rosie,

     I can only hope that your letter got lost in the mail. I have waited twelve days for your response, and still nothing. Please, Rosie, don't hold a grudge. I truly wish we could work out our problems through letters. I get sick to my stomach when I think about the day I left. I just want us to be friends again.

     Life here is wonderful. My friends and I go into town every day, after our chores have been completed. We have explored Illusen's Glade, the Meridell Castle, and we've even gone to Brightvale for a day! It was gorgeous, just like Meridell. I am genuinely happy here, the best I've ever felt. The only thing that would make it better is you, of course.

     The other day I did a quest for Illusen, and after I had completed it, I asked her if she could grant me a wish. She asked me what the wish would be, and I told her I wanted you to come live with me on my farm. She told me that although it is a noble cause, it would cause more damage than joy. I asked her what she meant, but she didn't elaborate. What could she mean?

     I miss you so much. Please reply. I think I'd die here if you didn't write back.

     Walt

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     11th Day of Hunting, Year Eight

     Dear Rosie,

     It has now been a month since I first wrote to you with no response. I don't know if I'm wasting my time writing to you. What is holding you back? Are you still mad at me? It seems like such a long time since that fight.

     What made us fight that day? I can't seem to remember. I can picture the scene well, but I don't recall what actually got us yelling at each other. I don't think I've ever yelled at you so much. I remember you were crying on my bed, your ruby red Gelert body heaving and sobbing when I told you I was moving, and I was crying too. I remember it now. I tried to hug you, but you got angry with me. You said you never liked me, and you just played with me because you felt sorry for me. Oh yes, I remember it now.

     Was it true? Am I being a fool trying to write to you? Should I put this pen down now, and walk away? Should I leave you behind, Rosie? Are you worth it?

     I sure think so. Despite what you said, I believe we still are friends. I hope we still are, at least. I still want to be friends with you, Rosie.

     Do you still want to be my friend?

     Walt

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     26th day of Hunting, Year Eight

     Dear Rosie,

     I went to see Illusen again today. I asked her about what she meant after I made the wish a month ago. She sighed, and told me to sit down.

     She said that although I meant well, bringing you here could only end up badly. I asked her why, and she said she could see the pain you've caused me. She could see it simply by looking at me. Bringing you here will only cause me more pain and heartache, she said solemnly. According to her, we are not meant to be together.

     I looked at her then, Rosie. I saw she was sincere and I saw she was telling the truth. But I didn't like the truth. The truth was lying. It couldn't be true. How were you and I not meant to be together? We were like two peas in a pod when we lived next door to each other!

     I ran, Rosie. Illusen was wrong, and I was angry. I knew she was right, and it hurt me so much that I didn't want to hear it anymore. So I ran home, and I ran up the stairs, and I slammed the door so hard that my Snow Wars trophy fell off my dresser and shattered. Remember that day, Rosie? Remember how I was so happy when I shot that final snowball and beat that final opponent? That was one of the best days of my life. And it was with you. But that trophy is now gone, just like our friendship.

     I think I have given up on waiting for your replies. I am writing to no one, and I do not expect a reply anymore.

     Walt

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     4th Day of Relaxing, Year Eight

     Dear Rosie,

     Why am I still writing to you? Even I don't know. Maybe it is a good release to all of my thoughts. Who knows if you even receive these letters? What is this, the fifth letter with no reply? But I do not care.

     My parents have noticed my unhappiness. They have tried to cheer me up countless times, with assorted attempts. They tried to take me to see King Skarl, and they let me try to make him laugh, but my heart wasn't in it. In fact, I made him even grumpier. Then, we went cheese rolling, but that depressed me even more. Cheese rolling cannot cheer anyone up, ever.

     Then they took me to Illusen. I didn't want to go, but they made me. She told them what was going on with me, and they forbid me to write any more letters to you. So that's why I am writing now in my bed, trying to hide it from them. If you're even reading this, forgive the messy writing. It's difficult to write in bed when you're in a hurry.

     I don't know what to do anymore. Why won't you write back? It hurts me so much that you have ignored my efforts for the past two months. Everything about this whole mess depresses me even more so.

     So, here I sit at home, alone. It's the middle of the night and I'm wasting my sleeping time writing to a person who won't even return my letters. Why am I wasting my life doing this? I don't know.

     Go ahead and ignore this letter as well. You have my permission, but that doesn't matter, does it?

     Walt

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     30th Day of Swimming, Year Eight

     Discovery of Meridell

     Dear Rosie,

     It has been nearly two months since my last letter. I tried to stop writing to you completely, but I couldn't. I had no outlet for my feelings.

     Today is the anniversary of the Discovery of Meridell. I can barely hear myself think over the celebrations going on outside. I just wanted to write a quick note, telling you I think I'm over this whole ordeal. Why depress myself over nothing? I've been going to see Illusen every day, and she's helped me get through this depression.

     So I was just writing you to tell you that this will be my last letter to you. You were part of a different life, and that life has ended. Goodbye, Rosie.

     I've got to get outside, or I'll miss the festivities.

     Goodbye forever,

     Walt

The End