Dear Lost Love,
You will be 18 this August, & I know you have a new girlfriend, so I didn’t want to tell you this personally, but happy birthday sweetie.
-Your ex.
Dear Lost Love,
You will be 18 this August, & I know you have a new girlfriend, so I didn’t want to tell you this personally, but happy birthday sweetie.
-Your ex.
Dear NTT,
so I’m watching True Life: I can’t get over my first love, and completely thinking of you. Its like this show is about my life. Why do i still love you, I’ll never know.
Love (regretfully),
DPB
Dear Stupid Boy,
You sat me down and told me you wanted to marry me, we were making plans for me to move across the country with you but we weren’t even dating. Yet I was madly in love with you. You took my innocence and I was still too afraid to take that chance with you. Now you’re living in California married to some other girl. I should’ve realized your “wife” would be expendable. You’re in the military, you just wanted me for the extra bucks. Hope shes worth it. I’m glad I didn’t make that mistake.
yours truly.
D,
I should have known better than to Google you. I’ve never found anything before, so why would this time be any different? We still talk, but so rarely. And you’re so far away. I just want to feel close to you. But- you’re getting married. You’ve been with her for 6 years. You’ve never once mentioned her to me. Not even when you begged me to come see you 3 years ago. God, I was stupid. Believing you would ever love me. I want to tell you off. I want to call you and scream at you and tell you I hate you. How dare you do that to me? You were supposed to love me. You’re the love of my life; now what am I left with? 10 years of loving someone who thinks I’m nothing. I’m not even good enough to hear the truth from you. J might do the same thing to me, but at least he respects me enough to tell me the truth. He includes me in his life, instead of keeping me on the fringes but never being able to let me go. But I’m done now. I don’t need you. I’ve always deserved better than you. Even if I’m alone for the rest of my life, it will be better than you could give me.
N
Dear N
We don’t talk anymore, and that’s fine. I’m totally ok with that. What I’m not ok with, is the way you made me feel.
You made me feel loved and whole and perfect. You cured my bipolar disorder, you saved my life. Whenever we touched, I felt like I was flying. When you looked at me, you saw me. And I knew – I KNOW – that you loved me. You never said it, but you showed it, and that’s all I needed to make myself alright again. When you were around, I was more than alright. I was better, I was better than myself, I was beautiful and free, and I didn’t need those pills or the blades. The panic attacks stopped, and I got fit and turned my life around.
And that’s what’s not ok, because now that I don’t have you around to make me feel like that anymore, I’m just alright again. I’m not bad, but I’m not good. Not like I was. I’d go back in time and undo it all if I could.
And most of all, now I know how all that feels, I’m terrified I’ll never feel it again.
Always, faithfully, undeniably yours,
The girl you used to love
Dear Austin,
I’m supposed to be writing something else at the moment because I’m a writer, and I get paid to write. It isn’t much money, but I love doing what I do with the words and the syntax. Still, here I am writing you a letter. A letter that you won’t appreciate, I’m sure. You don’t like writers or creative minds. Yes, even though you are studying the mind at that big fancy school, you don’t want to use your own. I believed in you. I trusted in you. You were always the best one to make me feel the worst.
This isn’t some sappy letter about how I hope you are better off with her or anything. I know you won’t be better off. My pride won’t allow me to let me think you’ll be better off. Austin, some day you are going to grow up into a gentleman, but I won’t be around anymore. I hope you blossom into the person I always knew, but never got to know. You at least deserve that. But you don’t deserve me.
Here’s to the past. Here’s to the future. Here’s to this present moment where I have decided I want one to be all about you and another to be completely without you. Goodbye.
Hurt but not hurting,
Hannah
Excuse me,
Sorry to bother you after all this time. Yes, I know it’s awkward for everyone and you would have preferred if we kept our interactions to status liking. Unfortunately, I have to ask you for something.
Can I please have my heart back? I gave it to you, as you recall, when I was stupidly head-over-heels for you. Then, as relationships go when you’re too young and too afraid, it ended. We parted and presumably moved on, as we are very much grown up now.
Sadly, an oversight has been made. You never returned my heart. I still feel it beating for you under the debris on your closet floor. I need it back. I can not properly find someone else if you still have it.
Don’t worry, I’ll pay for the shipping. And, if things change, you can always own it again. But, as for now, I would like it to belong to me again. At least for while.
So pop in the mail and mark it “Return to Sender.”
Thanks
Dear Dan,
Was it really that easy to give up on me? Am I that easy to forget?
Love you, always.
Dear D.
I miss you so much, I miss studying with you and talking to you. I just miss you. I wish you were still here, and I find myself on campus looking for you even though I know you’re not here anymore. I know you’re doing what you want to do, and you’re happy, but OMG it just hurts so bad, and I miss you.
I think I only went out with them just to try and replace you, and believe me, it was nothing like being with you.
I know if it’s meant to be we will come back to each other, but this waiting is so painful
Love you always
C
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