Friends

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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To those who have left me behind, that is fine. It simply means that you have grown, and you have outgrown me. I am happy for you. But I wish I had had the courtesy of a warning, or even a reason. So often is it that I think of you when I am the furthest thing from your mind. How could it be that one day I knew you, and the next day you acted as if you never knew me? The things we had been through, writing the various pages in in the stories of our lives together…did you tear those pages from your book? It seems I have written you as more significant characters in my book than you wrote me in yours. Even now, I would still write you in the best light. I would have continued writing. Years have gone by and I am grateful that you were a character I could write about. Some of you filled...
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Date: July 24th, 2020 To, Dearest Keya, I hope you are doing well. I just wanted to tell you that it was a wonderful time with you in California and I am really thankful to Sam for having me introduced to you. The first thing that came to my mind after landing New York was to write you a letter because I wanted to share with you everything about my holiday in Hong Kong and all the amazing experiences I had. I must stay that I had an awesome time. Visiting Ocean World, Disney Land and the Big Buddha was totally fun. There are so many fancy rides at Ocean World to try. And in order to reach Big Buddha, we had to take a cable car which was an experience to remember. Hong Kong is indeed a beautiful place with lots of beaches where you can just relax. What is strange that it is...
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Dear best friend, It's much of a surprise to me as it is to you that I wrote you this letter.But you know what I can't take it anymore.Of all people who could harm me it hard to be you of all people who could take away my true love it hard to be you but I really want to know why.Wasn't it enough I stood by you in the toughest storms but your rampaging desire to revenge because you have been hurt by too many people has vengeance has blinded you.It has caused my affection for you to end but not my care even if the world fell at our feet I wouldn't stop caring for you but I can no longer love you you betrayed my trust seduced my lover for your own selfish ideals but now I have no choice but to drop the best friend act when it seems it's just me who is struggling in our...
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Hi. I don't know how to formally start this letter. Maybe I should start with how I feel and what my thoughts are. Or should I start with all the questions I have? As you might know, I always have a lot of questions in my head. I want answers to every question as it is my way to move on, kind of like a closure in case you already want me out of my life. For whatever reason, I can't understand how I can't maintain a friendship. What is wrong with me? What is it about me that made you decide to leave me? We've been friends for a few years. We met each other at a company. We were all promoted at different times and have the same position at work. We almost have the same shift. We eat together, talk together and sometimes even go home together. You were like the sisters I have never...
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Dear Global Citizens... No matter from where you hail or what language you speak, we all have three very basic things in common that few can deny; 1. We all like the same things... great foods, music, great movies, fun travel, stable lives, and security for our loved ones. 2. We all hate the very same things... being lied to, betrayed, exploited, excessive taxes, censorship, social injustice, and corrupt governments. 3. We all fear the same things... war, economic depressions, violent crimes, and now a global pandemic of a strange and puzzling origin. 4. We all want a better life for our children and grandchildren when we pass. 5. We all want change from the current status quo of gross income disparity and a growing spread of oligarchies in the world which is slowly...
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I’ll always be there for you whenever something is wrong, or when you need someone to talk to. I remember every day after school like it was just yesterday. We used to hangout and go to the mall, just to walk around because we were bored. We used to go out to eat, ANYTHING just to avoid being at home. Now, none of that happens anymore. We graduated high school and went our separate ways to different colleges. I know we don’t talk as much as we used to, but the love is still there. I still consider you my friends. We’re still cool with each other When college started, I really had no time for anything. Time management is a big issue I struggle with. I barely graduated high school, and you know this. I would just do the bare minimum to pass. I had to change the way I did...
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