Click here for a letter.Hi.
I don’t know what to tell you other than the fact that i’m writing this means that I must miss you.
All I know is that I don’t know anything. I thought getting away from you was the liberation I needed. I was wrong. I don’t even care if I sound like a complete idiot, i’m finally letting you know what’s up.
I have a lot of shit i’m hanging on to and somehow you became attached to this shit. So, obviously I can’t make any sense of it until I can understand what was going on in your mind. I never knew. Oh, I had a good idea at times, but like I said, i’d rather live in the hopefulness of not knowing than have that absolute truth.
So I never asked, and you never told.
Ohh, I know I was the one who made it that way. I was the one who couldn’t open up. Why the hell should you have had to keep giving and giving when you got nothing in return? I understand, and that’s part of the reason I’m writing this.
I’m fucking done. I’m done caring what other people think. I’m not trying to please anyone anymore. I have no shame. So I want you to know everything. Everything that was going on with me from the very beginning.
So remember when you asked me why I hung out with you and I couldn’t answer? Once again, I was afraid of the shame, rejection.
You, you had something that I rarely see in people. You offered the world from a different view, one that I was drawn to but afraid of at the same time. The stuff I picked up from you along with some of the stuff in school i’ve been studying opened my eyes to a lot of things about the world and life Ive never noticed before.
And that is at one end of my tug-of-war rope.
The other is everything i’ve grown up knowing. My faith, my family, my old way of acting. It’s a constant struggle back and forth back and forth with each other.
Somehow you became a symbol of everything unknown and I thought that by getting away from you it would solve the struggle for good.
But it hasn’t.
I still get all this other info coming in. And I’ve just realized that I don’t have to pick one side or the other. The key to this is the same as everything else in life— balance.
I’ve realized that really, everyone just wants the same thing. We just go about different ways to try to get them. And sadly people become distorted on their journey.
Anyway, the front I put up of being all tough and strong is obviously not true. Im sure you knew that from the beginning.
In my past, i’ve always been the one to run away when things got messy. I hide from my problems, and that’s exactly why I suck at any type of meaningful human relationship.
I refuse to anymore and that’s why im writing. Just to get some type of peace about this and for you to know the truth. I don’t have the slightest clue if you could even care less about me. But the hell I care. Im doing this for my own sanity.
So here you go, do what you want with it.
You may still care, you may have never cared at all. Hell, you may even be with someone else right now, but strangely none of that even matters.
I just need you to know.
I can’t help but feel like this was meant for me to read. My advice? If you really care about this person don’t waste anymore time. Just tell them. I would want to know. Good luck.
I wish this was meant for me. If it was I’d say: Thank you. It’s ok. I’ve always cared, I will always care. I know I love you. Sure, I lust for you, but I love you more. Time has proven that…
I get it, I confused you and you needed time to retreat. I just wish you’d be consistent in communicating with me. I wish I could have told you afterwards what was going on in my heart.
I wish you would believe in yourself more and trust what I’ve felt for you in my heart is unwavering…No information about you has been able to alter my heart’s affection for you. Can’t you see it in my eyes when I look into yoursr?!
I long for your embrace. I miss your face…
i hate how these are all anonymous.
Thank you for writing this. It made sense to me. Wish you the best in life.
@ christina I’m right there with you. I love LINS, but for once I am thinking the same thing.
This is beautiful. You remind me of someone I love(d). Send this. Whoever gets this will understand.
….I wish the person who did this to me would have had the courage to say this to my face, or to write it down on paper and send it to me….
But whoever this was intended for….most likely it wasn’t but whoever it was I’m sure they understand, and I’m sure this gave them a little peace. It sure did for me.
This sounds like someone I once loved as well. Send this. Everything will be fine, I promise.
Everything’s a paradox, yeah?
Yep, I wish this was for me too! It would be what I hope he had said to me now! :’(
To that girl or boy you’re writing this letter to? Please tell them how you feel. If you can’t do it in person, give them this letter. More likely than not, they never wanted you to let them go. They still think about you every single day, and it aches to look at you and not be able to call you theirs. I’m in this same situation, except I’m that person on the other end. I know for a fact that I would want to know this. I know for a fact that I would give them a second chance. Please tell them how you feel.