Thanks for ignoring me, thanks for not being there when I need you, thanks for not caring when I had cut myself, you guys are the worst friends ever, I trusted you then you just pushed me aside so you two can have your fun, when I was crying the other morning at school you two just walked past, and then you have the nerve to say it’s my fault, my fault for everything, what’s wrong with you guys, what happened to the promise that this year wouldn’t change us?…

sincerely,

someone who trusted you

Dear us, always remember, and never look back with any remorse or regret. That should never come unless we fight or leave; That would be the remorse, but never us. They said, “we were too young”. They said, “time would tell”, but I didn’t need time because I knew. I knew you, and I knew me, and I knew us. They didn’t have knowledge on their side when they tried to tear down our doors and barriers. It was a wall so great it can never be overtaken or overwhelmed. It was like a stronghold, that love, and it still is just as we’ve wished it can carry on forevermore because we knew when they said we were sooo young, we knew and there was this gut feeling. I felt it from the inside out of all that was in me and that was me and that made me that even though, “we were sooo young”..we were sooo sure. And that sureness and its entirety, that barrier, that love, that makes you shake and quiver with a tingled sensation through my bones at your kiss on my forehead, or your arms and bear hugs, or your lips when they meet mine, or that glance when you look at me..that..that very thing was what I call US.

You and I have been such good friends for so long. We’ve been over and through so many hills and valleys that I simply have forgotten the exact circumstances of our first introduction.  I only know that over the years you’ve fallen in love with me too.  I’ve so often looked at you with fascination and wonder. You’ve held me without touch and yet I know that your lips are cherry and soft as a rose that blooms in May.  I’ve wished on far too many occasions that I could touch those lips with mine.  I’ve wished to drown in nothing more than your smile.  I’ve wished to feel your warm breath on my stomach.  I’ve wished that I didn’t wish so hard.

I love you because of your kind heart.  I love that you are selfless and intelligent and witty.  I love that you can hold my attention with nothing more than your words.  I love your impeccable grammar and spelling.  I love the way that you love each of your children.  I love you because you’re fragile, but . . .

I also love you too much to let you cheat on your husband with me!  I couldn’t live with myself if I knowingly allowed you to suffer the guilt and heart-ache that would surely accompany the mistake of infidelity.  I know that this will break your heart and that you won’t see my integrity as love, but sweetheart, it is only love that keeps me from hurting you like this would do.

If by some slim chance you’re reading this, I’m already gone.  I’m waiting to board a plane as I write this.  This is one time that I am actually glad that I am the last person on planet earth without a facebook account or twitter account or myspace or any other kind of space that you could use to find me.  I know you’ll eventually let yourself in to my apartment with the key that you never used.  I left a letter for you on the counter and a letter for each of your children. I’m sorry.

Signed,
Male of the Species

I do not want or need your advice on how I should go about becoming a better photographer.  Yes, we’re both photojournalism students; yes, you’re a semester ahead of me in the program.  But that does not make me inferior, it does not make me any less knowledgeable than you, and it does not mean you can constantly tell me what I should and should not shoot. There are things, yes, that would look cool photographically.  But those things interest YOU.  Not me.  You are the one who supports and would know how to best photograph anti-abortion bigots.  I am interested in helping the common man with my work.  I am interested in taking a stand for what is right, photographing the ills of society so I can help make them better.  I know you don’t understand that there are important issues in the world beyond taking away rights that aren’t yours to take away, but I do understand that.  And I will do something about it with my work. So I would very much appreciate it if you would not again tell me that what I want to shoot is wrong, or stupid, or unimportant.  And I would appreciate it if you would cease and desist any commentary on what I should be doing.  I will shoot what I want, and you will shoot what you want.  I think if you can understand this, we will be much better friends.

Thank you, Rachel

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Thank you,

Alex

I have dropped so many hints, Bit back so many remarks, Been by your side through heaven and hell, Even found your letter on this sight, And it is to someone else, Am i not enough? Is your innocense blinding you to me or are you purposefully keeping your eyes closed? My chest feels like a knife is through it, You are beautiful, though you dont see it You are sexy, though you dont know it You are smart, though you deny it I tell you these things everyday Is that not enough? -not so innocent one

You’re doing just fine.  Please stop been so hard on yourself.  You have accomplished so much in the last few years and grown so much as a person.  You should really celebrate your successes.  Its not easy going back to school after you lost your job.  Its not easy starting over after divorce. But, you picked yourself up and dusted yourself off.  Please believe in yourself, you deserve love and happiness.

I love you!

signed,

me

For as long as I can remember, I have always known that I wanted to go to college right after high school. In my mind it was always been the only option. Know that I am in college, I found out that maybe I am not cut out for this college business after all. I got grades recently and I have found out that I am failing all of my classes except one. That is really bad because if I fail out I have no clue what I’m going to do since this was the only option of mine. I didn’t think that there was anyway that I could fail out of school. I study six hours a night and attend every classes, but apparently that is not enough. It doesn’t help that I am stressing about everything else under the moon: my grades, money for college, home life, and holding up friendships from high school. This is the most stressful thing that I have had to go through in a while. What am I supposed to do if I’m not made for this college thing because in this culture today you have to get a college degree to become anyone anymore. I want to become somebody. I don’t want to be that no one that is wasting away at McDonalds or somewhere else. I want to be the girl that has a college education that goes to grad school and follows her dreams. That is what I want and that is clearer to me than anything else. BUT I can’t do any of that without passing college and I’m not sure if I am made out for that. What am I supposed to do in a culture that the only way to succeed is the one thing I’m not sure if I can accomplish?

I know I’m losing you. I know I’m losing you to a mental disorder I can barely admit I’m having. One that I know you suffer from too.

I can’t look you in the eye and tell you to stop running from your problems because I’m having the same ones. I don’t want to be a hypocrite, but I don’t want to let you slip away. But whenever I’m around you and we talk about something more than the weather I know you’ll end up triggering me.

I guess I’ll have to face you soon enough and my problems too.

-Your best mate.