Dear C, You’re my favorite redhead, one of my closest friends. But I can’t help but feel like I’m being shoved off to the side by you, like I’m less important than everyone else in your life. You cancel plans with me, you double book and then choose the other person over me, even though
Read more →I can’t ever feel one thing about you. I have to feel a million things. At first I’m jealous you have new friends and that I’m not your bestest friend like before, then I’m glad were drifting apart. I love being friends one minute, then I can’t stand you the next. You were the only
Read more →Dear James, You’re like a thumbtack in my heart. This constant sting of remembrance. I used to constantly tend to the wound. It became a sore the moment I turned my head. I pulled your sharp edges from my weeping heart a few times, but the bleeding would not stop. You hold my heart together,
Read more →My aspirations are for you. My daily goal is to be a better, stronger, smarter, happier, richer, more beautiful, perfect woman so that you will look my way, just once again. It has been seven years and my feelings are still as bright as high noon, never setting on the horizon. I pray for night
Read more →hey there baby! i loved the way you never lied, and the way you really cared about me. remember when i told you i needed a break because i was too depressed? and how your response was ‘well that sucks.’ that meant so much to me:) I was so happy for you when you went
Read more →Hello, You’re probably just going to skim through this letter, read it and not care. Maybe you might even get pissed off in the middle of reading and decide to throw it away. Whatever you feel like doing with this information is up to you. I just really don’t care anymore. I have officially given
Read more →love is fucking awful. love is fucking amazing. love is that twinge of bliss we get when the world seems completely light and airy and filled with cotton candy and unicorns. love is getting drunk with your significant other at a party and not seeing anyone else in the room the whole time. it’s feeling
Read more →I’m scared. This is all new to me, but for you it’s old news. Am I good enough? What happens if you get tired of waiting for me to catch up? I don’t know how to be on your level. It’s all new territory. You say that you don’t mind waiting, but what if that
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