Dearest Rose,

When we stood at that bay, the Bad Wolf Bay, you told me you loved me. I came so close. But it now remains an unfinished sentence. Now I shall never see you again, my bad wolf girl. My beautiful bad wolf girl. But don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened. The words of an old friend. And I shall choose to smile. Because you happened. I shall miss seeing your face. I shall miss hearing you laugh. I shall miss you, my pink and yellow Rose. But I won't let it bring me down. Because you happened.

Sincerely, John Smith