Dear ____,
You will never be truly happy until you stop living your life for other people instead of yourself. I hope one day you realise what you lost, then maybe you can feel a fraction of the hurt you caused me when you broke my heart.
Love, me.
P.S. Your “fortune telling” skills are well and truly rubbish.
Tyler,
You can’t keep doing this. I want to forget you. I’ve given you too many chances. I’ve learned to trust you too many times over and over. We have never “worked out”. I’m not sure why I still think we would. You have offered me too many words of flattery; just enough to make me keep hanging on. I’m done. You’re not good for me. I’m not good for you. I have to stop hearing the “when we get married”, “in ten years…”, “our children will be”: those words of a future; they never will be reality. So stop trying to make things right. We all know you lied. I know you never cared like you said you did. I’m finally realizing that everything you told me was a lie. I’ve looked so stupid for forgiving you so many times. It’s time I move on. Goodbye,
Lauren
Dear brother,
Yesterday I told you something very important to me. I was at my limits – I couldn’t stay silent any longer. However, instead of listening to me, you threatened me and told me to shut up because “you don’t care”. How can you not care that you have hurt me so deeply? All my life you only put me down and made me feel inferior. Not even a hug, not even a compliment. You made me feel like a piece of meat that is on this word just to make your life more convenient. For years I was broken, in a pit of self-destructive behavior, disordered eating and suicidal thoughts. It was all about YOU, YOU, YOU – still is. I won’t get those years back, you know. Those deep scars have made me a different person. And you didn’t even apologize. It’s funny, because I always thought that, when the moment would come, we would be there for each other no matter what, and our differences wouldn’t matter. I wonder if you know that yesterday you lost even that last drop of respect that I had for you.
D., Your younger sibling that might have not been here today
Dear doggy,
It’s only been a day since you passed away, and I’ve been crying ever since. What hurts more is that I’m half-way across the world at University and I couldn’t be there to say my final goodbyes. You were more than just a dog, you were a companion when I had nobody else, you were my childhood personified, you’d been in my life from when I was just a little toddler. Some people may think that a loss of a pet does not cause as much grief, but I feel like a part of me has gone missing, and there’s no way to retrieve it. What brings me comfort is that you’re probably feeling at ease now, and you lived a long life where you gave and received a whole lot of love from those around you. I love you and miss you so much, I’ll never forget you. Ever.
Love, C
(Editor’s Note: To the author of this letter, if you’d like to e-mail me an actual picture of your dog, I would love to include it in this letter. Just let me know.)
Dear Andy,
I forgive you. You broke my heart countless times, you made me cry, made me doubt myself, and left me for someone else. But, in the process you showed me the meaning of family, of what it means to have a home, and what it takes to love myself. I just hope that you can find this out for yourself before you lose yourself too much…to the hate, to the drugs, to whatever it was that made you leave. I pray that it doesn’t take hitting rock bottom for you to realize what it is you’re doing to your family and friends.
We love you, come back…
Dear Mom and Dad,
I’m fat. I know I’m fat. You can stop telling me over and over again. I look in the mirror everyday. Do you think you could stop focusing on my waistline and be proud of my accomplishments?
From your daughter, who finished her bachelors degree while working full-time and pregnant with her second child, the senior analyst who started out as a file clerk, community volunteer active in church and the local writers association, and mother of three honor students and star atheles, whose youngest daughter says she’s the best mom ever. Wish you could see what others do.
Dear Brandon, I support you. You made a bad decision, and now you must pay for it, but still I support you. Many people are saying many different things about what happened, but really none of them know what happened. You are a great guy, and you have done great things for the school and program. The only thing holding you back is your heart. You care too much about people, especially bad people, and you trust them. This trust has led to your fall, but you will rise up again. Brandon, I support you.
Dear You,
I’m losing you and you can’t even see it. All the time we used to spend inseperable, unable to talk to anyone else. It’s all drifting away slowly. Now when we’re together you cannot wait to leave, you see it as a task to visit me, your mind is in other places and you’d rather be with your boyfriend or other friends, but eventhough i rarely see you anyway, is fine, i’d rather you just prioritised to my face, instead of moping around my place wishing you were somewhere else with someone else.
Dear Washington,
Well, it finally happened. I’m moving now. I guess I won’t have to worry about your weather anymore. But that’s just teasing. I’ll miss the people you hold for me. I’ll never see most of them again. If I do retain contact with any of them, the relationships we had will never be as strong as they are right now. At least I can finally stop worrying about the possibility of moving.
love always,
me
Dear my family,
I know you’re all upset. But it was his choice. Just acknowledge it and respect his decision. There’s no point playing the blame game now. It’ll do nothing but hurt everyone even more.
Let his memory rest in peace.
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