Hello there, I want to start by saying its 1am and I'm trying to sleep... with the Hope's we dont have any calls to do. Because I'm here doing something I never thought possible until I met you. I have a career now (still in firefighting and EMS). But it's a career that I go to every day and remember I'm here because of you. Most of the time it's alright I'm so busy and I'm around good company that it doesnt bother me. Today, not so much.
Today I'm reminded of everything from the 3 years we were together. I'm reminded about how you saved me right out of highschool from an emotionally abusive relationship. I'm reminded about the conversations we had from the time we woke up to about this time every morning. I remember even if you dont. I remember the "I dont know if it's to early to...
Love Letters
Dear Other Woman,
I won’t say your name, though I know it well. I just wanted to take a moment to get a few things off my chest.
First and foremost, I am sorry. I am so incredibly beyond sorry for not getting to you before now. If I only had a found you sooner maybe I could have prevented this. Unfortunately, I know exactly how you’re feeling. Lost. Betrayed. Heartbroken. Exiled. And scared.
For a split moment I hated you. When I first laid eyes on the picture of you holding him. I saw nothing but red. I thought of no less than 15 ways of causing you harm within seconds. You were going to feel my wrath. You were going to feel the same amount of pain that you caused me.
As the anger quickly faded to sadness I felt my breath catch. Before I could stop it the tears were...
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I like you!
Or so is the whisper of my heart. In the hallowed reverberations of such a whisper, I need to confess that possibly I am coaxed more by the attraction of novelty than the affection of care. I have to admit that I grow in affection by riding the traffic on the two-way street of reciprocation. Deliberating this streetscape, I had no intention of. I presumed that at best we would share our facile chapters. But so disarmingly profound I found you that at times; on days happy, my thoughts run by the periphery of your halo; and on days cynical, my thoughts seem inadequate of the beauty of eloquence that you devour.
But now what?
How am I to discern art from cacophony! Everyone is desecrating their canvas with smudged swipes of human mass. Some browse to suspend boredom,...
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Dear BS:
Well. I never thought I would be here, writing this to you. This is a long story- and a short one.
Simply, I fell in love with you. Deeply, passionately, without reserve. It's me, that's how I do everything. Deeply, passionately. The problem is, you're married. So, I'll never tell you.
I know you were falling for me too. Conversations, stolen glances, slight touches. Electricity. A bond. God damn it. I'm not crazy, you were falling for me too.
But, only I fell. Your devotion to the life you have is too great, I cannot sway you. But, if I was your girl- the things I'd do to you.
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hey elvis.
i was never your best friend, i was never close enough to tell you this. i did anyway. I'll miss you i told you that 5 times before you left. i miss you. 2 times so far. I wish you were here. i think this too much.
you with you few but radient smiles. i know i messed up. i thought you were an idiot in the begining so i avoided you. my first mistake. i thought you were cute a month later. two weaks after that i almost hugged you even though i wasnt your friend yet. a month later i caught myself thinking i would die for you out of the blue. i still will if you are ever in danger.
i know i am short and not as pretty. but i have a big heart. i will joke with you. i know you didnt realize but whenever you made a joke and no one woud get it. i got it....
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dear elvis(dont laug at his name)
ok, here goes. i didnt know what you were like at the begging of thi year. i knew you were cute. i thought you were a bit of a popular kid so i coined you an ass. bad choice. if i had befriended you she never would have been your best friend. i would have known about the 200 scars on your back. i could have held you and cried for you. she told you that crying make syou weak. i know it makes life harder if you hold it in. this is clische but you deserve better than her. not that that is me. its not. im a mess. but im worse now you are gone. your bitch of a mother hurt you so bad you had to move 1354 miles away. this is how i know you shouldnt love her, she wanted you to stay. wanted you to stay in a house of abuse and pain so she could see the pretty...
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I know you need to hear my side of the story...
Paano ko ba sasabihin?
I know you'll definitely get mad.
Nagalit ka na nga eh.
Pero, please promise me you won't go.
Ok the truth is, I'm not a saint ok?
I may have done something na ayaw mo, but I had a reason.
Last time I didn't have any.
So I guess you'll definitely get mad.
It's ok, if you get mad.
But please don't leave.
I know you won't understand.
And that's completely understandable.
Coz you're not me.
And no matter how much you try to be on my shoes, there are things you can't comprehend that I do.
As a child I developed the feeling of hating to do bad things.
Being me, that was kind of a perfectionist, I don't like hurting people or knowing that I hurt them.
That's why kahit nakasakit ako and I feel...
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A lot of times I cannot help but still think of what we have before. I knew within myself that those were for real. But as time passed we slipped what we had for each other, and somehow there something inside me that felt a regret, that if I have had waited a little longer, we might have been with each other’s arm right now. It is funny how life brought us together, those happy moments that we shared were never forgotten, I still remember I had the feeling of happiness, each time you message me or when I see you. But we had this special bond that you and me share, bickering is what we always do. I haven’t thought about it, but a lot of times in the past, you actually treated me specially.In my heart, it gave me an excitement but in mu mind, I knew you would never like me as me. I would be...
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When the world was stumbled upon its existence, He knew would create fire. His breathe moved upon the waters and shook them to behave. And out of this very fire i believe you were created. You were created out of the first fire and to be very seriously reckoned with. You are something out of a myth, a finite being, a storm brewing, a terrible awakening, and a deep beautiful force. There is no end to the warmth you can create and with that same fire leave scars that will forever remain visible. You are powerful and magnificent. But the same fire that can warm your home can burn entire cities to the ground.
When i made love to you, i felt the world shift. I heard the ocean and the night. I felt your pain and your past. I felt you. It was an act of adoration,a complete ritual of time...
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Dear Best Friend,
Here's something you will never know: I am in love with you. It's not exactly the first time I've fallen in love, but it's still new. I thought I was used to this: I've fallen in love with too many fictional characters, straight/taken women and celebrities to say otherwise. I never expected I'd fall in love with you. You've been around me for four years, and you're one of my best friends. I would never even dream about inflicting myself upon you.
A wise word to those who may stumble upon this letter: Not all stories end happily. He and I are both moving to different corners of the continent and, although we may reunite in a few years, things between us will never work out. Why? Well, he doesn't love me.
As I've already mentioned, I should be used to this feeling of...
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