Dear Rose,

I've been trying to write poems and hope one day I can write one just as good as

you are. What have you been up to lately? You didn't get my last letter.

It was still under the bleachers when I got back. Are you well?

I'm afraid you could be sick and I would be worrying for no good reason.

I just want to talk again. In person like we used to. Sitting together under the

sky. Incase you may have forgotten, we moved meeting up to 8pm remember?

You're not showing up at the wrong time are you? I'll be waiting don't worry.