April 2010
6 posts
dear you,
i’m worried about the insecurities you’re getting about eating in front of other people. we all eat. we all eat. we all eat.
eat,
me
dear you,
you could never really disappoint me in the sense that i will never truly reach that part of you.
ideally,
me
dear you,
i don’t want to sleep on your fucking couch without you. i don’t want to fall asleep to the sounds of your tiny tv without you. but i did these things.
your door was open, so i know the air circulating around us in our slumber was sending messages we couldn’t say when we’re face to face. i wanted so badly to say something outloud like, “i know it’s difficult. i...
dear you,
how dare you say “i don’t even know you.” you were the closest i ever came to saying “i love you” to someone. well, then.
fuck you,
me
dear you,
i think so much because of you. i think about you and every step leading to you. when we met. what we said. when we touched hands in the darkroom. the first time i texted you. how i was afraid of liking you. now i do like you. and you liked me. why would i call it off? because i have morals. i’m beginning to hate my morals. my heart is begging to be yours.
always,
me
dear you,
look-
if i say i’m in love with such and such celebrity. then i tell you that you remind me a lot of such and such celebrity, shouldn’t you be able to jump to my conclusion.
sayitback,
me
March 2010
6 posts
dear you,
i’m just sick of you. because i’m a lot more rational than you. and you will not listen to my reasoning because you are older than me; therefore, you don’t need to listen to what i say.
only biologically, yours,
me
dear you,
i never thought i could feel emotions so strong. i thought i’d always be chasing people my whole life, never finding anything that fits so well in my puzzle. but, i’ve found you in my life. i have never been more comfortable with anyone; maybe not even myself. i know what i have with you is good, so i’m never fucking letting go.
all of my love,
me
dear you,
i know we’re thinking the same thing. but i seem to take it to the next step.
you think it must be okay for you to lie down in my bed. i think that i can’t believe how lucky i am to know you find comfort in the place i sleep.
you think it must be okay for you to rest you head against my leg. i think that i should build up the courage to run my fingers through your hair. (i...
dear you,
i wish this was more like a book, so i could blurt out the words “i love you” and you’d rush to my kiss and embrace. however, this is real, distance exists, and you’re currently 540 miles away from me.
wishing,
me
dear you,
you could be the strongest woman ever.
you completely dimantle the twilight series for the anti-feminist aspects of the story. however, in your real life, you fall victim to all of the same things. you crave attention from men to feel some sort of security. you replace having actual friends with the fact that you’re in love and that you’ll always be able to rely on it. you’re...
dear you,
i hate seeing you mope around the house for one day. how the hell did you manage to see me suffer for months and months?! how could you do nothing about it as i was in my own personal war? it’s like every night i was dropping bombs on myself and my ego. you just stood there and watched, like some stupid reporter covering for the nightly news. no real emotion held you back, so you had no...
February 2010
9 posts
dear you,
i love whatever we have. it may be just wires across the country keeping us together through the internet, but i adore it. i love when i can see you’re typing, and i really love it when you’re typing for a long time. you send me the best, long messages. my eyes want to gaze over your words even at late hours in the night. call me new age, but i’m glad the internet brought us...
dear you,
i cannot wait to see you tonight. my heart grows wings and flutters straight out of the top of my wandering head when i think about it. thank you for keeping excitment in my life.
love,
me
dear you,
i know i said we should call it off. the distance and the time until i see you wasn’t in our favor. but then i see you post something about her. i can’t help but feel jealous.
i shouldn’t feel jealous though. i have my own “her” in my life right now. why can’t i translate this jealousy into happiness? happiness for me? happiness for you?
she makes you happy,...
dear you,
i feel like if i dive right into you, i’m going to break the water that is your innocence. yes, your sense of adventure has threatened to shake the water before, but it’s nothing like the tsunami i could start.
maybe if we carefully dip our feet into the pool together, this won’t be so difficult. take away any high dives or waterslides. i know i’m looking for an...
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dear you,
i’m going crazy about you. your tiny little body moves in the most ungraceful ways. you bounce everywhere with your energy, and i just want to join you; smiling and laughing with you are all i ask for. except, it would completely complete me if i could hold you hand. it’d entirely make me entire if i could kiss you.
unfortunately, i have no idea what you’re feeling for me....
dear you,
you know i love you. i love you to death, girl. and i’m super happy for you that you have a girlfriend. but you’re trying to fill this stereotypical mold to the point where it’s embarassing and disgusting. it’s cute that you guys sometimes resemble so and so from a certain tv show, but you’re giving yourself a self-fulfilling prophecy when you say you are them. i get...
dear you,
i have no inkling as to what i’m feeling for you. let’s talk about how i used to almost be afraid of you. (i don’t know why, okay!? intimidation does weird things to me) then i thought you were a game. “how insane could i be around you” was the title of the game, i think. but now we talk everyday. you say you miss me, and i miss you, too. i didn’t think i would....
dear you,
i wish you’d show up to my house tomorrow with flowers. flowers are my absolute favorite. it’s not because they’re pretty and natural (even though they are.) it’s because of the connections i have with the people who give them to me. if someone gives me flowers, i can feel it for so long. so if you gave me flowers, it would mean the world to me.
love,
me
dear you,
i remember when i sat in front of my computer a month ago, dazed around 4 am, probably a good 3.5 hours after we talked for the first time. i just sat and listened to “call it off” by tegan and sara on repeat until my itunes play count hit around 60. i felt guilty because, there you were, this amazing, pretty thing. and i knew i liked you. but there was this other girl at the time (who i didn’t...
January 2010
8 posts
dear you,
will this be as awkward as it seems? i truly hope not. you’re just a girl, like any other girl. and i am not one who is easily intimidated by girls. however, i’m completely lying to myself when i say you’re “just a girl” because i’m fully aware of how much more you are. you are incredibly talented, intelligent, beautiful, modest, hilarious, sweet, and (somehow)...
dear you,
thank you for loving me. you embrace my insanity and join in with it. although we laugh at the stupidest things together, we can say the most profound things together. even when i feel like my problems are so pathetic, you remind me that everyone has issues that make them feel 5 again. thank you so much. stay here forever.
love,
me
dear you,
i’d really love to see you. i mean, i know you have plans already, but at any moment, i’m dying in anticipation to see you. you’re not letting me down, but my heart still feels funny when you don’t have this small chunk of time for me. you know just as well as i do that when we are with each other (or any interaction at all) it’s perfection- or damn near close.
...
dear you,
please don’t leave a bad impression. i know you’re independent and you don’t want to be too emotionally connected, but open your heart up just a little bit. it’s okay to be friendly. because this is not going away for another 4 and a half months. get comfortable.
best,
me
dear you,
your death has shaken me. the more impact a person has on me, the more their death shakes me to my core. i read one of your short stories at a time in life when i couldn’t look much further, but then i realized how a mere character in this small story affected me with their suicide. there will be characters throughout history who mirror your bold and inventive characters; from seymour to...
dear you,
meeting you was a total surprise. i never could have seen it coming, but there you were. your beauty was breath-taking, and believe me, i was left grasping for air. in the moment i met you, i felt like i had known you my whole life. your intense eyes give your life story, and i just want to look in them longer. i want to know each strand of your iris and your life.
breathless,
me
dear you,
i do not like the “him” in your life. he was amusing and a bit of a marvel at first, but now he is so aware of the love we feel for him (in a terrible way). when he arrives, he is the attention-eating monster in the room. he used to be just physically loud, but now he is just over-bearringly loud in any obnoxious sense you can think of.
drop him and it before you plan your...
dear you,
i know. it has been long! i’m sorry if you were anticipating more, but i’m back. i’m here to spill out the words that come directly from my heart, mind, soul, body, skin. keeping this up is one of my new new years resolutions. get ready for some letters to lift your spirits and break your hearts, even if you don’t know who you are.
sincerely,
me
October 2009
12 posts
dear you,
thank you. from the bottom of my heart. you mean the world to me, and you’ve made my life 50x easier these past few days. i’ve never experience so much confusion in my life. it means a lot to me that you’re willing to help me out through everything.
you catch me from falling off the edge of each cliff i climb. right before me and my tears start falling.
love,
me
dear you,
i wish i could come of as extremely intellectual and insightful to you. i’m not even attracted to you, but i find myself wanting and needing to impress you.
best,
me
dear you,
i think you’re catching on at the speed of light.
love,
me
dear you,
i honestly love how similar we are on all nerdy levels. i can proudly say i’m putting a harry potter poster up in my room, and you love it! i couldn’t be luckier. i’m so glad i’m living near you. you’re one of the most genuine people i know.
love,
me
dear you,
i want to do a photo project that is purely photos of you. you give off this amazing, radiant glow. i want to capture it all on film. maybe in a few weeks when we become better friends, i’ll ask you.
sincerely,
me
dear you,
i feel as if i’m thriving off liking you, and if i lose my interest in you, i may lose my interest in everything else around me.
love,
me
dear you,
when i feeling discouraged, i think of your positive energy. i get by with a smile on my face.
love,
me
dear you,
i think you just found out one of my biggest secrets ages before it was supposed to happen. uh oh.
concerned,
me
dear you,
i feel like i need to back off a little bit, but i can’t. i can’t help but rest my head on your shoulder after a long day.
love,
me
dear you,
you’re slowly seeing so many new sides of me. we can laugh at each other now when we make mistakes- not feel embarassed. and isn’t that what friendship is about anyways?
love,
me
dear you,
i don’t know how to sit you down and tell you the truth…
sincerely,
me
dear you,
i make fun of you far too often, and you don’t even know it. in reality, i admire you a lot and people know it. sometimes you just make no gosh damn sense, and someone has got to say it! just because everyone else idolizes you doesn’t mean i have to. i see your flaws. and they’re not the kind of flaws i can accept.
sincerely,
me
dear you,
we do our fair share of arguing. we don’t always see things eye-to-eye, but i do care about you. it still brings me joy for me to call you and tell you i got an A on an assignment or that i was elected into office for a club at school. your reaction is always encouraging. maybe living apart is best for us because you always get my good news, and i never have to deal with your bad side.
...
September 2009
20 posts
dear you,
our friendship is withering (and i’m not that upset.) our conversations consist of:
“hey”
“hi”
“how are you?”
“eh. you?”
“tired. i’m actually going to bed now. sweet dreams.”
“night”
do you remember when we used to enjoy each other? it was a thrill for both of us for you to come over to my house. we to look...
dear you,
i see how happy you are with your girlfriend. i won’t ruin that. i probably couldn’t even if i tried. i’ll still write these letters. i’ll still think of you constantly. i’ll still keep you on my mind. i’ll still keep you in my heart.
love always,
me
dear you,
you’re making me reconsider so many aspects of my life. not in a bad way- just making me see new parts of me i didn’t know about.
sincerely,
me
dear you,
we could have been the best of friends. we are just as silly as each other and we have the same concerns about the world. our interests are so similar, but distance got in the way.
it was always too difficult to find a day when we were both free- for one of us to take the 45 minute drive. (maybe we should have gotten our licenses?)
i still love you dearly, and i wonder how you are almost...
dear you,
yeah, i might feel like fireworks when i run into you in school. i feel like dynamite ready to explode when i pass you in the stairwell, and you touch my shoulder. i can feel like a drenched candle- never to be lit- when i see you with your girlfriend in the cafeteria. alas, life goes on.
i can write all these romanticized and bombastic letters to you, but my life will go on. i have feats of my...
dear you,
i find myself searching for any reason to text you. i’m grasping onto the thinnest strings of possible conversation. i ask you questions i already know the answers to. i apologize, but i get a rush from your responses. it’s all i’m thriving off of tonight.
love,
me