Dear you,
Flaws. Imperfection. What I often see when I see you in the mirror. 'Who is that girl?' I would sometimes ask.
But most times you look happy, because in the end I know that those imperfects make you beautiful. They make you, you.
And I wouldn't want to be anything else other than that.
At times I see you and I think how quickly time has changed. I remember being a little girl, and I think of how great it would be to be little again, with no worries; nothing but endless imagination and freedom.
But I am proud, quite proud of what I see in the mirror. And you should be too.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I'm afraid of a lot of things in this world. But most of all, I'm afraid of letting you down, of disappointing you and that's why I don't tell you a lot of things.
But if I could I would. I'm not that strong though.
Someday, though. Someday...
Dear you,
This must be the fifth or sixth letter to you. Though things are weird between us right now, I can't lie to myself and say that you've done nothing to change my life. Because you have. You've helped me realise how I don't need someone else to make me happy, you've helped me discover what first love felt like, you have made me see myself, and the world in a whole new perspective. Because of you, I've learned about taking risks and chances.
How boring life seemed before I met you. I would often wonder when my life would mirror a character in a fictional novels. Their lives seemed so exciting! I felt that.
We all are characters in a book. A book called life that only God and ourselves and shape for us.
Anyways. Thanks for coming into my life. I'm glad I met you. You've helped me realise so many things. And I'm grateful.
Dear you,
It's people like yourself that makes people like me feel happy and gives me hope.
A single act of kindness is all it takes sometimes to cheer someone up. Doing something nice for something just because you feel like it and you don't even notice.
You give people like me hope.
Thank you.
Dear you,
I can't believe I don't remember you, but know this: I promise that I've probably kept it. I mean c'mon. Those things are legit, man.
Dear suicidal boy/girl,
I don't personally know you, but I know you are out there somewhere. Maybe you live far away, maybe you go to my school, but either way, know that this letter is to you.
Maybe you're the quiet girl sitting in the back of the room at school, or the boy who acts like nothing is wrong, carrying on with your life with a fake smile always on your face when really, you feel like you're about to break.
I can't say I've ever felt what you're feeling right now, so I'm not going to lie and say, "I know how you feel," because I don't know and I have no idea what you're going through, but I do know one thing: there is hope. There always is.
Now, I could go on about how selfish suicide is, about the effect that it could have on your friends and family but that may or may not make a difference. Truth is, when you're suicidal, you just don't care.
Don't lose faith. Have faith in love, God, and humanity, however messed up it seems at times. There are lots of people out there - strangers - like me, who love you and are willing to help you through. You are never alone. You have us, and God even if it seems like your friends and family don't care or understand (they do, and they try). Put your faith in Him and believe in Him. He will guide you through it all.
Dear best friends,
I shouldn't even have to write anything in this letter. Thanks for always being there for me through thick and thin. I love you guys. You know all the rest. ♥
Dear baby sister,
Sometimes you get on my nerves and you just annoying me SO much! Sometimes I just really hate it.
But then you smile, and you remind me of how much joy and hope you bring into the lives of everyone you touch. And then I remember how much I love you and how happy you make me when you're not annoying me and you make my heart smile. :)
Dear you,
We used to be really close friends in grade school. I don't know what happened. I remember a time when there were no "cliques" or groups; when everyone was friends with everyone. I miss those days. Now we barely even talk. We don't even look at each other in the hallways. I don't know what happened. Middle school changed people. We all ventured towards people in our own likeness.
But I wish we could all be friends again.
Dear you,
Honestly, the first time I saw you, I did not like you. Like, at all. I'm not sure why. Maybe because of the way you carried yourself or the way you dressed. Girly, preppy...
I may have talked about you behind you back, or called you mean things in my head. I'm sorry. That was wrong of me.
Perhaps I was jealous. (This was in 6th grade, mind you, and I didn't know who I was back then. I was still getting to know who I was myself.) Well, I'm glad to say that we're friends now and you're one of the coolest and nicest person I've ever met. Yep.
Dear me,
There are many reasons why you break my heart. But currently, it's because of expecting so much out of people. Relying on someone else for your happiness. We all need to learn how to make ourselves happy. Or maybe I'm worrying too much. Maybe it's nothing.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure this letter makes no sense to you readers. It's supposed to only make sense to me and not you. I'm sorry. Sometimes I don't feel like pouring my heart and soul out to you guys, you know? I hope you guys expect that. I love you all anyway. You're all beautiful people.
Dear you,
I think I've written about, 3 or 4 letters addressed to you in this 30 letters concept already. There's not much else that I can write that I haven't already. (Actually, there's a lot of things in my heart that I want you to know, but I don't have the words to express them.)
So this letter is supposed to be to someone that pesters my mind. Thing is, you're always on my mind. You've always been, ever since we started talking 4 months ago. You somehow claim the same thing about me, though sometimes I feel like maybe... you're on my mind more that you should be? I know you're not lying. Perhaps I am always on your mind... and even though you make me so happy, sometimes you confuse me so. Like maybe, you're lying to yourself? Or you're scared or nervous? I'm not sure, but all I know is that sometimes my heart aches, thinking about whether you really do feel the same way about me the way I feel about you.
I don't want to set myself up for disappointment.
Maybe I love you more than you love me.
Yes, I said it. I love you. I haven't said this to you before, and if I wasn't sure you weren't reading this or actually receiving this, I would never ever say it, scared of what you'd say.
So yeah. This is my letter to you.
Dear you,
I'd like to be able to say you exist. But more likely than not, you don't. You're the perfect child. Someone who is selfless and happy. Someone who will forget their own troubles to help that other person whose troubles are worse than yours. Someone who will donate a kidney for you and travel 1230945 miles across the ocean just to listen to you.
The perfect student who cares about politics and is in a million school clubs and sports.
The perfect child who agrees with everything their parents say and does a million things.
One who volunteers and does charity for fun...
Someone who doesn't care what other people think of her.
But I'm not that person. Maybe someday I'll be that person. So close tho that person. But right now, I'm just lil' ol me. And I'm happy.
Dear you,
I don't exactly remember your name. But thank you for being one of my first friends, like, ever. It's nice to know I wasn't strange enough to not many any friends. ;]
You're halfway across the world still, probably striving to do your best. I don't know if you remember me or not, I remember you being in my pre-school class.
We had a lot of fun. Those were the good ol' days. I wish I was little again.
Dear everyone,
I miss you guys. It has been two years since I've been back. I hope everyone's doing swell.
Don't worry about us at all. I'm doing amazing and oh-so happy, SOphia is growing up beautifully every single day - and mom and dad are great as well. I really wish you guys could come over here to visit us, but I know how complicated the whole process is.
We'll be back to visit soon.
I love you all.
Dear You,
I can't lie. It's sort of... ridiculous how easily I miss you. And to think, I only saw you two days ago. But hey, what can you do?
I really want to see and hang out with you again. <3
It saddens me that we don't have any classes together.
Thing is, though, you're not much of a risk taker are ya', boy? I hope you come around soon. Because you make me so happy. ^_^
Dear You,
You're one of my best friends, but sometimes it feels like we're drifting apart. I mean, it may have to do with the fact that we don't have any classes together this year or anything but I mean, we live just 2 blocks down from one another and we see each other every morning at school. I don't know. I hope we're not drifting apart, that it's only because of your broken phone. I miss you, BFF! I wish we could talk more and hang out more.
Dear people that I've hurt,
I'm sorry for whatever I have done to hurt you, to cause you pain. I'm not sure who I've ever hurt in all my life so I'm not sure who exactly you are. I try the best that I can to be kind and courteous to everyone, because you never know what they're going through.
I don't know how many people I've hurt, how many people's pillows became wet because of me. How many hearts I've broken. I hope none, but none of us are perfect.
I'm sorry to everyone who I've hurt.
Let's start over.
Forgive me.
Dear sadists of the world,
Why? Why do you insist on hurting others? Do you get off on seeing others suffer and wither in pain? Does it make you happy when you hear the cry of a mother losing her only son? Or see the tears of a little girl pouring out of her heart because her mother was killed on the streets?
It's sad. What has life done to you to make you into a monster like that?
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
a monster.
monstermonstermonstermonster.
Do you have so much pain inside you that you would rather vent through hurting other people? You live a sad life. And I feel sorry for you.
I don't know what else to say.
Dear Mr. Frank Sinatra,
Some people think me weird for listening to your music. For listening to music from the fifties, though truth is, they're the crazy ones! You weren't just a singer. You were an artist, a friend, an inspiration, a lover... a pure genius.
I'm currently reading a biography on you and I'm learning so many things about you that I didn't know before. For example, you were selfless and kind and generous and funny and loving and you had swagger. ;) The fact that you kept on continuing to help your friends in the early fifties when you had nothing left except for spare change and a broken heart, and you kept on being selfless, donating so much money to people and organisations... anonymously even, and... I can just go on about how amazing you are.
I love you, and the fact that your birthday is 4 days before mine. I wish you were still alive.
And here I am going on and on like I know you.
I hope my readers don't fancy me a creeper... (O_o)
I'm not. You're just a huge motivation in my life. You're hope. Hope that there's something else out there other than the same ol' crap that plays on the radio.
I want to share your brilliantness with the whole world. :]
Dear Ol' Blue Eyes, leader of the Rat Pack, there just isn't anyone else out there like you.
Love
