Friends

I can say I regret what I did, even though it was the right thing to do. You were more than just my friend, but my soulmate. My lifelong partner, my family, and my home. But like any good relationship we had our ups and our downs, but I always just let it go. I guess that's just the type of person I am, I don't care how you treat me or what you do to me. It's not because I'm nice or care about your feelings, it's really just because I don't care. So when we would get into a fight and you'd ignore my feelings and make the whole thing about you, I'd just move on. But I couldn't do that this time. You were starting to catch these feelings for this boy who I could tell was going to break your heart, not because he's a bad person but just because a relationship with him wouldn't last....
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August 16, 2021 To Whom It May Concern: One of the most difficult parts of my job is trying to explain to a spouse or parent what it will be like to watch their loved one pass away. I feel the need to try and warn them about what they may see and hear as they hold onto their family members hand during the final moments of life, as dying is not always a peaceful and quiet process. This is especially true when the person who is dying is suffering from pneumonia or any other severe lung ailment. These patients can become severely “air hungry”, as they are unable to satisfy their need for oxygen. Healthcare workers do everything in their power to make dying people comfortable but sometimes it is just not possible and we fail. One will witness many different types of breathing when a...
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To E, You'll never read this, and even you do, you probably won't know it's for you. Isn't it pathetic, how I still think about you, even after all these years? I still can't think of your name without feeling the sinking in my stomach. To say I miss you would be a lie but to say I am indifferent would be a bigger one. I don't want you in my life anymore, and I know you don't want me in yours. Still, I wonder what would've happened if things kept going. I wonder that a lot, nowadays. I still remember your birthday. And what your favorite ice cream flavor was, back then. And the food you're allergic to. So every late April, and sometimes when I see mint chocolate chip ice cream, and very rarely when I walk pass the berries in the grocery store, I spiral. Which sucks because my...
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Dear, dear Morgan, I took my time before writing your letter because I didn’t know where to start. I have so much to tell you, and I know how much I am going to hurt you. I am ashamed, but I couldn’t just leave, writing to everyone and not you. So here goes nothing. I didn’t believe in instant connection before meeting you. That is to say, I had the chance to meet my soulmate when I was nine years -old, and that is awesome. I had the joy to understand someone just by looking at them, to laugh until I cried, to be eased by a simple touch, to trust with all my life. I had the chance to love someone more than myself and meeting you changed me for the better every day because you piss me off as much as you make my day brighter. It is hard reading you, sometimes. Since I was so at ease...
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I thought we would be best friends forever, but apparently, we were too different. Not everybody we meet is supposed to hold a role in our lives forever. I guess we were only meant for the short term. No one starts a friendship, knowing that it’ll end. When we met, I hoped that our friendship would be long-term. I wanted you to be a bridesmaid at my wedding. I pictured us as adults with husbands that were friends. I, imagined us having children at the same time and them being friends. But that is no longer an option. in high school, we were extremely close; close enough, no one thought we would turn into strangers. But it happened. I no longer know what is going on in your life and you with mine. You are no longer my best friend, but someone that I once knew. Although, I am sorry for...
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Dear dad, I should have just put your name down since dad is a title that is earned, not just handed down on a silver plate. But whatever....dear dad, It's me....your eldest daughter, who is breaking as she writes this. You told me that you hate God for giving you a daughter like me and you wish I was never born. So why didn't you give me up when I was in mum's womb? Why didn't you let me die when my heartbeats were weak in the womb? Oh and dad...I didn't ask to be born nor did I ask to be your daughter. For a daughter, their father is their superhero, their first love, their knight in shining charming...but dad, you've been kind of my superhero but you've also been my heart breaker. I have had a lot of crushes and some have treated me badly, but that's nothing compared to the...
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Listen A, I am no longer what you met almost seven years ago. I no longer feel like writing sweet letters to satisfy your hunger for tenderness. What do you want from me? Years ago, for months you didn't want to answer honestly even about your real name (I had to find out for myself), you didn't write me a single word until your wedding day, while after you wrote several, you want to have a dialogue only when you wish (letting me know that you know you were wrong to behave like that years ago, by responding badly) I have not quite understood the meaning of your last letter and frankly I am not interested in finding out. You are free to share friendship and tenderness with whoever you want but NOT with me: it's too late and you can't fix it anymore, because I don't trust you anymore. (If...
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To the women who had my back, I miss laughing with you, dancing with you, sharing secrets with you, growing with you. I watch the endless news come in of the business ventures, engagements, births, moves, triumphs… And I wish I was there. But when life bulldozed by, and everyone kept striding forward all those years ago, I was held back by a force so strong it changed my life. It changed all I could imagine. And it changed me. At the time it didn’t dawn on me that anything was wrong. I had been in a strange place for a while and so when he came along and made promises he vowed to keep, I fell. Hard. I couldn’t see that things weren’t right. And I certainly couldn’t admit that I had become one of ‘them’. Someone weak, with no voice or clear vision. Not me. I was strong willed, and...
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Dear Putri, A wise man once said that we did lose so much when we stopped writing letters (or in this case, postcards) because we can't reread our phone calls. Rumor has it Mark Zuckerberg laughed at his tombstone. I'm not writing this postcard to give you an extended explanation about how big brother is watching us, listening to our phone calls, keeping records of our chats, and/or spying on our GPS. You already finished Social Dilemma anyway. I'm writing this postcard to remind you that it took an actual artist to make a postcard. It also took an actual clerk to sell that postcard in the shop. Until someone bought it because it has a weird-looking girl holding a water gun while dressing in a traditional costume. That particular someone waited almost two years to actually...
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dear ex best friend, hey, its me i just want to say i hate u rn. i know you don't think you did anything wrong but u did. u dont know this and i dont want u to... ever but i trusted u i really did and u replaced me! and i hate u for it because i was only 14 and u put me into depression and bad too. its been 2 years and i only just got out of depression, thats how bad it was. u used me! i was always there for u and u just pushed me away and i hate u so much but i still love u and i hate myself for it. i hate myself for loving u for hating u for my jealously issues for not telling my new friends for calling someone else my best friend for called u my ex best friend for letting u do this to me for letting u break me for fucking up this shit and for wanting u back for letting u go for living...
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