Letters You'll Never See

That wasn't being mature, though.

Tue, 05 Jan 2010 22:11:11 -0500

That was being an immature, insensitive moron.

I'm really sorry that I haven't posted anything in so long, guys.

Sun, 03 Jan 2010 22:32:47 -0500

I’ve been sooo busy because of the holidays.

I should have a new letter up by tomorrow, I promise.

In the meantime, send in your letters?

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Sun, 03 Jan 2010 22:31:51 -0500

Letter Number Ten.

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 21:25:21 -0500

Dear return,

I’m writing about you again. I spent the weekend with you. You had a party, a few friends over, we all got drunk, chain smoked, and danced. It was a nice time. One of the funnest night I’ve had in quite some time. Just, ignore the fact that funnest isn’t a word.

We were playful Saturday night. I mean, yeah, we always are. But we were especially affectionate that night. I liked it, I’ve missed that. I know that you have too. We slept in your bed together, as we always do. It wasn’t awkward at all this time, I was glad for that. You told me you loved me. I started crying, and continued to do so for an hour. We had a long talk. You told me it was okay. I was happy now, and that’s all you want. I cried harder. I wanted you to be happy too. I made you promise to try to find someone else.

I miss you, I really do. I love hanging out with you. You’ve always meant so much to me. You seriously are my best friend, of all time. You’re the only one that’s stayed by my side because you wanted to, not because I begged you to or made you feel bad or whatever else.

I love you so much for that. You are so important in my life. I never want you out of it. I know that you and my boyfriend are jealous of each other, and I know that it’ll be quite some time after the two of you meet when you’ll actually be able to be civil with each other because you want to be, not because you’re forced to do so. But you have accepted that he’s here to stay, and he will have to accept that as well. Honestly, you’re the one person I’d never want to run away from.

-x

Upon request via formspring, I shall write another letter.

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 21:16:27 -0500

Sorry, I’ve been wrapped up with college and other stressors.

Sorry for my lack of letters, everybody.

Tue, 08 Dec 2009 19:46:13 -0500

It’s the week before finals and I’m stressing.

Meanwhile…

http://www.formspring.com/forms/?767709-nkcb0OyZyM

and submit your letters to lettersunsent@rocketmail.com

Formspring!

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 19:34:01 -0500

Feel free to talk in this whenever you want, guys. (:

http://www.formspring.com/forms/?767709-nkcb0OyZyM

Awesome! Then I shall do it. (:

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 19:28:22 -0500

Awesome! Then I shall do it. (:

I've been debating on whether or not I should make a formspring for this.

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 12:55:39 -0500

I’m not sure.
What do you think?

I apologize that I haven't been writing letters lately.

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 12:50:28 -0500

But don’t worry! I will be starting up again very, very soon. (
In the meantime, why don’t you send in some letters?

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Sat, 05 Dec 2009 00:24:42 -0500

(generate your own tumblrcloud)

I'm curious what a tumblrcloud would look like on this blog.

Sat, 05 Dec 2009 00:24:12 -0500

I believe I’ll make one.

Don't stop sending in those letters!

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 20:30:56 -0500

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Guest Letter Number Sixteen.

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 20:21:39 -0500

Dear You,

I’m in love with you. I don’t want to be, I really don’t want to be. Trust me, I’ve tried everything I can to get over you, and I’m finding out it’s really not that simple. You’ve made me laugh, and smile just as much as you’ve made me cry. I just want it all to be over with. It hurts me seeing you with other girls, and I know you know it. Do you know what losing a part of you is like? Terrible. So completely terrible. Even when I have this new guy, and he’s one wonderful and smart and charming guy, but he’s not you. He never will be you. I wish I didn’t love you so much. I wish you weren’t so frustratingly beautiful, and amazing, and lovely. I wish you could just let me forget about you. No, I wish I could let myself forget about you. You’re the last thing I think of before I go to sleep, and the first thing I think about when I wake up. Please stop what you’re doing.

Love,
Me.

Don't forget to send in your letters!

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 17:30:47 -0500

Send in your letters!

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 18:48:09 -0500

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Guest Letter Number Fifteen.

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 18:46:57 -0500

Dear Gorgeous,

It’s always going to be you. There could be a million different boys in front of me, but it’s you who I’ll be looking for. I don’t care if you never love me back, I am happy loving you. You are worth everything. I drive my friends crazy, and I know it, but they don’t understand. I honestly love you. I would do anything for you - except break a promise to my best friends. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever known. You have “flaws” and “faults” but I don’t think of them like that. I think of those qualities as a part of who you are. I don’t care how stupid I sound anymore, as long as you hear me.

Love always,
Your Best Friend

Whoever wrote guest letter number fourteen, dear god. I'm so sorry.

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 15:24:59 -0500

That is one of the cutest things I have ever read.

I hope you get to be with him one day.
And if the husband you are with now truly loves you,
He’ll understand one day of you leaving him.

Guest Letter Number Fourteen.

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 15:19:40 -0500

Dear Forever You,

The look in your eyes as you climbed out of that truck and walked toward me for the first time in 6 years said it all. I had my doubts if you had really ever loved me at all, but that is no longer the case. When you wrapped your arms around me, I felt like I was home again. And when you kissed me I went weak in the knees. The smell of your skin, and the feel of your hand in mine as we walked and talked like we never missed a beat. The way you grabbed my hips and pulled me tight against you, the sparkle in your eyes whenever you smiled at me during our short three hour visit and the way you whispered “I love you” in my ear as I got in my car to leave. All these things are the reason I wish that I had never married him. You and I are magic. I wish I would have been able to fight off the loneliness long enough to wait for you. Here I am two and a half years in and I’m so ready to walk away. I don’t love him. I understand now that I was trying to fill a void that only was ever going to be filled by you. He’s a great man; Kind, smart, funny, attractive. On paper, he seems perfect. The problem is he doesn’t understand me, especially not like you. It didn’t used to be noticable but as time has gone on I’ve grown and changed and so has he… but we’ve grown in different directions.

Over the years my relationship with you has moved in waves. We’ve been everything from the “incredibly tight, talking every day about everything” friends to the “checking in on each other at most once every two weeks” sort. We even had a phase where we didn’t talk at all for awhile, but we have your lovely ex-wife, aka the wretched beast, to thank for that. You and I have made it through hell together, several times. We’ve crossed lines, exceeded expectations, pushed each other to the limit. We’ve pissed each other off, seen each other cry, and fallen in love together. In April, when you were first really starting to contemplate getting a divorce, you told me things I never imagined I’d hear you say. You admitted to me that you never let yourself get over me and that you still hold on to the possibility of a second chance with me. You also said that if you could take back the last 6 years of your life and still have your adorable little daughter, you would do it.

I would leave him for you if you asked me to. Maybe you will when you’re ready. I know that staying with him until that happens, if it ever does happen, isn’t the smartest thing I could do. It’s incredibly selfish, but I hate the thought of being alone. I’ve never really been alone and I don’t know if I can handle it well at all. Hopefully someday I’ll be ready to let it go, maybe I’ll be happier alone for awhile. My end goal will always be you. You may live 2,100 miles away, but out of sight definitely doesn’t mean out of mind, or out of heart.

Forever may be a long time, but I will wait if thats what it takes.
I love you.

Always,
Forever Me

Guest Letter Number Thirteen.

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 15:18:00 -0500

dear johnny,

i’ve never been able to tell you how i feel and it’s driving me crazy.i always want to say it when you stop me in the hall or when you text me just to say good morning. i know that you’re the right one for me and i also know that you won’t feel that way back. one day i hope i have the courage to tell you because if you end up with someone else i think it’ll kill me.

love, ponyboy.