Dear _____, (#9)

Dear _____, I have seen you so many times, but you never seem to notice me.  I started and stopped this letter so many times, because I don't even know who to send it to.  I see your face in my dreams, and I swear I have heard you laugh when the wind blows.  I... Continue Reading →

Dear _____, (#8)

Dear ____, I did not miss you yesterday, and I do not miss you today.  A song came on that I knew you would love, and that thought popped in my mind.  My emotions said, "I wish you were here to hear it."  I took a breath, and exhaled reality: "I don't need you to... Continue Reading →

Dear ____, (#7)

Hey, So, I think I'm starting to make some inroads in understanding this.  It feels like I've come to this point before, but who the hell knows anymore.  You turned my life upside down, do you know that?  I'm not saying it angrily, it's just the fact.  I genuinely thought I had my life under... Continue Reading →

Dear _____, (#6)

Dear ____, I don't exactly know what to say anymore, or why I continue writing.  Initially, I had thought I'd burn these all and somehow I'd feel better.  I could never put the lighter to the pages though.  There was something inside of me begging to hold on to you.   My heart won't turn... Continue Reading →

Dear ____, (#5)

Dear Rose, I’ve started and stopped so many times, but your inability to see the obvious forces me to do the obvious.  I love how you can martyr yourself on a cross of your own making.  You know, the first time I saw you, I thought how you can wear the weight of the world... Continue Reading →

Dear _____, (#4)

Dear ____, I don’t think I could have built a higher pedestal if I tried.  Perpetually, you sit above; inherently, always looking down.  At some point, I became convinced that love was not a gift I was to receive.  As if I was always on the naughty list, checked twice, and receiving coal instead of... Continue Reading →

Dear ____, (#3)

Dear ____, Most days I do not know what I wish for most – that I never met you, or that I could steal my heart back from the icicles you call fingers.  Your smile melted me into a pool of yes, despite my brain screaming no.  For all the lies I have told myself,... Continue Reading →

Dear _____, (#2)

Dear ____, I lit some incense last night, and I thought of you. I remembered how, in our early days, we would go shopping for incense and candles together.  At the time, it did not seem like anything interesting or special.  It was just something we had in common.  How many times did we snuggle... Continue Reading →

Dear ____, (#1)

Dear ____, I hope you do not mind my letter, but I thought it was important to send.  I heard a song that made me think of you.  Well, you told me about the song, so it always makes me think about you.  Sometimes, I wonder if I will ever hear music and not think... Continue Reading →

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