Dear N. I’ve been going back and forth between what I want for the last couple months. But the fact is, you hurt me. I don’t know what I could’ve done to deserve that. You said I was perfect. You said I was beautiful and smart. You said you loved me. You were so ready
Read more →To the baby who died inside of me. My little one. You are my best and worst kept secret. But a gift none the less. I felt you growing inside me. I felt for the first time in my life that I was doing something great, carrying a new life inside of me. For the
Read more →Dear friend, My heart ached for you all those years ago, and like not a moment has passed, it still does today. It was years after you left that we reconnected. You found me. It’s like the most ridiculous dream neither one of us would ever come true. Seeing each other. Being together again. Our
Read more →To the hopeful people of this site, and the not-so-hopefuls: About two weeks ago, I submitted a letter to this site, urging a particular someone to find me, to save me. He did. Never give up hope on your letters. They are meaningful to someone.
Read more →Dear you, I have so many things to say to you I’m not even sure where to begin. I met you four and a half years ago and instantly fell in love with your surfer boy, soccer player good looks and your cute, innocent personality. I’d admire you from afar in the hallways at our
Read more →Dear You, I know that I will never be able to tell anyone, everything I have been through, because no one would believe me. But I am going to tell you, because I can, and I need to tell someone. I have been: molested, raped, beaten and abused, neglected and unloved. I have seen my
Read more →Dear My Favorite Israeli, 7 months ago I broke up with you. You live in Israel and I live in America. It’s my senior year of college and I just couldn’t bear the distance anymore. That doesn’t mean I don’t still love you, even if you still don’t agree with my decision. Time went by
Read more →I’m not sure you realize just how strung out I am. I’m literally thinking about you ALL the time. I find myself distracted by thoughts of you when I least expect it. Example: I’ve started to doodle in class. And let me just say, I DON’T doodle. But there I was in music theory class,
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