Dear Rosie,

Rosie I was eight when Nathan moved away. He was my best friend. My only friend. My safe space. And then he was gone. And my existence became hell. But I survived. I broke free and made a life for myself. And I tried to forget about the boy who grew up to be Nate Waller, the famous retired football player. I really did try to forget. But then I opened the door while working at a client's house, and he was there, standing before me. My old friend. My unwitting confidant. My Nathan. Except... he doesn't recognize me. Nate The curvy little redhead captured my attention the second I saw her. And I knew I needed to have her. Needed to know her better. Needed to get my hands on her. But when I did... When she moaned my name-my full name -it all came rushing back. Twenty-five years had passed, but in that moment, I finally recognized her. My Rosie. My childhood friend. I may have forgotten about her, but I remember now. And this time, I'm not letting her go.

Rosie I was eight when Nathan moved away. He was my best friend. My only friend. My safe space. And then he was gone. And my existence became hell. But I survived. I broke free and made a life for myself. And I tried to forget about the boy who grew up to be Nate Waller, the famous retired football player. I really did try to forget. But then I opened the door while working at a client's house, and he was there, standing before me. My old friend. My unwitting confidant. My Nathan. Except... he doesn't recognize me. Nate The curvy little redhead captured my attention the second I saw her. And I knew I needed to have her. Needed to know her better. Needed to get my hands on her. But when I did... When she moaned my name-my full name -it all came rushing back. Twenty-five years had passed, but in that moment, I finally recognized her. My Rosie. My childhood friend. I may have forgotten about her, but I remember now. And this time, I'm not letting her go.