LeavingLetters

Hey, I really don't know how to say this... but I will anyway. That time when you asked me out through facebook, and I ignored you for a week at school or so... it, it just killed me because I knew I'd hurt you in ways I couldn't fathom. The brutally honest truth is, I really really did like you, I was just torn between two guys, the one I thought I loved, more like long-term crushing on; I thought he was perferct, we never even spoke to each other, except the few times on Facebook. Stupidly liking him since I was in grade three, no it was really grade 5, I was lying to myself and everyone else. I honestly now have no idea what I saw in him

Dear Tall One, I like how we had a conversation about Star Wars. I like how you are willing to teach me D&D. I like how you made a reference to Battlestar Galatica. I like how you are obsessed over Fallout 3. I like how you prefer Marvel over DC. I also like how you like Decepticons and the Sith more than Autobots and Jedis. If only you preferred Wars over Trek, but it's a minor detail that I'm willing to look over and pretend it was just a typo. I like how you are so proud and smart. I like how you're so cool, and you don't have to try. I like how I feel happy whenever I see your name, or I suddenly get giddy whenever I see you. Is it sad

Dear Chris, Thank you for the wonderful seven months. And for the amazing months before. However, now being apart from you for nearly two months has opened my eyes. You are a liar. And a bad one at that. I loved that breaking up speech you gave me. Our whole relationship now feels like I was continually reaching for you out of a dangerous window, wherein you would stop me from falling out of said window but never really tried to reach for me. And when you said you wanted to leave me, so you could straighten up your life, I carefully stepped back from that window so you could close it. I understood, and allowed you (myself?) to close that o

Dear Mister Langevin I'd like nothing better than for you to remember me distinctly and vividly. Considering that you've taught countless students and that I'm just not a memorable face however, I'll forgive you if this is not so. I was a highschool freshman in 9th grade; a bespectacled, tall, and noticably hefty kid of the female variety. I always sat outside the door to homeroom for over 15 minutes before the bell rang, and sat toward the center in the front row in class. (I hope you didnt think I was trying to be some teacher's pet, in retrospect. I was just doing my best to pretend I was away from the other kids my age most of the time)

Dear, no longer 'My Little Miss,' There's so much to be said that I barely even know where to start. I guess I can start by saying that, even though rage is still working its way through me, I still have to admit that I miss you. I'll never really understand why you let yourself go so cold so quickly, without any indication before-hand. If everything you said in the past was truth, it never would have come to this... That said, I think I at least came to understand how it happened. Looking back, I can see that things may have started going downhill soon after you met him. You told me that it all came back to the big mistake I made toward ou

Dear a lover long lost, In the moment I stand here and wonder if you see the same sky that we both sit under. The moon, so bright, like the twinkle in your eye and as I think of your memory I begin to cry. The seconds pass as dusk turns to dawn, but no matter what time brings our memories carry on. Perhaps one day you'll think of me and smile, but I'm sure that day won't come for a long, long while. A fractured memory of a broken dream: you were the prettiest girl I had ever seen And no matter how time passes I'll sit here and wait for when you finally forgive me and we can both feel great. I'm sorry for the pain I caused you th

Dear CA, I can't tell you how sorry I am that you found out that way. Why I ever thought that telling you I'm falling for you via Facebook was a good idea, I'll never know. I mean, I can explain the reasoning behind it: there's never a chance to talk to you alone, what with you being my sister's best friend, so I figured I'd say it in writing. And since the (anonymous) letter I mailed last year received no response, I figured Facebook would be more direct. But really, I think I was just trying to rationalize my way out of accepting the truth: I posted that confession because I'm too afraid of rejection to talk to you in person. To be hones