#35
Dear You,
You don’t get to talk about how much you want to see me and then not bother to text back.
Love,
We can never date.
This is a place to tell them everything that you wanted to, but maybe never got the chance. It's never too late to say what you need to say.
Dear You,
You don’t get to talk about how much you want to see me and then not bother to text back.
Love,
We can never date.
Dear You,
Friends with benefits never ends well. Ever. I’m sorry I thought we would be different.
Love,
I hope you still feel something when you look at me.
Have you ever just liked someone so much that you just ache with want while you’re in their presence? Not necessarily with lust, but just with desire to be near them, or be able to smell them, or hold their hand. And you just about burst every time they look at you, and you’re really not sure whether to embarrassed because “how could this beautiful creature be giving me any attention at all”, or whether you should just kiss their face because they’re just so perfect and you may never get another chance to experience that kind of perfection again. And you can’t even make sentences when they are looking you straight in the eye because you’re too busy counting the colours of their eyes, or the freckles on their nose. And you just wish you could write a whole book about the way they say your name, or the way their eyes look when they laugh, or the way that they make you feel extraordinary when you’re really just about the most ordinary run-of-the-mill person in existence. They are impossibly frustrating and deliciously intoxicating. And you think you might love them. You do love them. But you don’y ever want to say it out loud because that would make it too real… and they’re far too out-of-this-world to ever be real enough to love you back.
Dear Mr. I’m In A Relationship but I Still Want to Sleep with You,
You were my first, I gave myself to you in a way that I’ve never done before. You’ve got a girlfriend, she loves you. I didn’t know about her when we started, or else I never would have allowed anything to happen between us. But I think I love you too. What’s bad is I know how you are. I know about your preference for pretty girls. But when you kiss me like I’m the only one I melt for you. I won’t say you’re everything I’ve ever wanted, ‘cause you’re not, but you’re everything I’ve been missing. What we have is strictly sexual, that was the deal from the get go, I wanted it that way. But now….now I just don’t know. I mean, its not like I can ask you to drop your girlfriend because I fell in love with you. What am I supposed to do?
Love,
Your Devoted Sideline
Dear You,
A phonecall would have been nice.
Love,
Really embarrassing to have to find out over Facebook.
Dear You,
A girl on American Idol just sang Georgia on My Mind. I couldn’t get your voice out of my head, or the way it was carried on that melody when you sang it.
Love,
Why did you have to die?
Thanks, I really appreciate it!
And unfortunately, because I hope to remain as anonymous as possible [just because of the personal nature of some of the letters I write myself], I do not follow back. I’m so sorry!
But please, feel free to submit letters at any time and I would be happy to publish them!
Dear You,
I was listening to Florence today… It made me sad to know that I’ll probably never blast Dog Days Are Over in your car while we drive places, ever again. What makes me even sadder is knowing that there’s nothing I can do to change that.
Love,
I will never understand you for as long as I live.
