Dear you, You know who you are. I expect you will read this. Let me tell you about something. You are a generous, loving, beautiful woman. I love you with all of my heart. I see a pain and struggle inside of you that I know is wearing you thin. I want to be selfish
Read more →I don’t know where to begin. I opened myself up to you. I was in such a low place, and you were the only one who kept me sane. I was blatant about falling in love with you, we slept together…yes, I knew you were married. To be honest, I thought fucking you would get
Read more →Dear Ex, I just wrote the opening of this letter as Boyfriend instead of Ex. Going back to change it was hard, because I think that in my mind you’ll always be Boyfriend. It’s always hard thinking of you and everything I put you through. I feel like you deserve someone better than me, and
Read more →Dear All Restaurant-Goers EVERYWHERE, Your server is a human being. Your server also gets paid about 2.65$ an hour. If your food is late/ tastes bad/ has a hair in it/ fork is dirty/ WHATEVER- We’d LOVE to fix it for you but please realize it is NOT OUR FAULT and to tip 10% for
Read more →Dear Lee. It’s not fair we never got our chance, we are everything we were looking for but to blind to see. You were the one I should have been in a relationship with, not best friends with. And even though you never admitted it, there was always a spark between us. The one time
Read more →Believe me, I understand busy. I’ve been through family emergencies and crises of many kinds, but I don’t think I’ve used any of these things as an excuse. In fact, undergoing extreme amounts of stress makes me need friends even more, but apparently not for you. Am I expecting too much by wanting to talk
Read more →Dear Carrier, A quote from E.E. Cummings, “You Carry My Heart” “i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it” This is true. You do carry my heart. But you also control my emotions, my actions, and my hopes. Leaving me on hold in life while you
Read more →We argue. A lot. Because we like it, we admit it. But for the longest time I couldn’t figure out why we were friends, because we only seem to be able to argue. There had to be more than arguing, didn’t there? Then I realized that as much as I hate you for being so
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