Dear "You"...From "Me"-Letters Unsent

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Everyone,

Merry Christmas

(I'll only be back afterward, so I'll say it in advance)

Merry Christmas Silver, Benji and everyone else!


Dear Scott,


this will not be the last you hear from me.


~Krazy Katharine

Dear Chloe, (my loving little kitty)

Could you kindly go into the other room when you feel the need to expel noxious amounts of flatulence. I know that you are a cat and all...but I don't (usually) walk over to your food bowl and bust ass while you are eating. It's just not polite.

Also, please do not get on my lap and start licking your crotch. That is also impolite and not very lady like.

Love,
Your Human.

what a weird cat

She has two wierd cats. Look at her first one!


Dear Darlene,


You should have left me to be MY definition of cool. I didn't need your useless lectures on how if I didn't dress fashionably I'd seem mentally ill. I'd find my OWN cool, and/or would have developed my own style on my own WITHOUT your assistance. Lots of cool people have their own styles, and you would find some worse than mine was, but it fit perfectly with their overall cool personality.


I got Social Anxiety Disorder because of you. Thanks a shedload.


Love from your daughter,


Kate


Oh yeah, dear Bassem and Ramez,

I forgot you; you were also in my sailing class one session! You were both cool; I rmeember Ramez being fun-loving and I was encouraging him to try and steal the crash boat, lol.

Dear God,
Please forgive me for the thoughts I had about you last night
I now realise that you didn't make me different just so everyone has someone to hate.
Again, please forgive me.

I lost faith in a christian god (most anything) guess you are stronger then me

dear mom and dad, uncle abo, trey, aunt lauvon, launita, lois, michelle, catherine, wilma,donna and ruth uncle don, frank, john, johnt cousin jane and joan and dixie and rebecca and gail and jerry and don and ron and richard and granpa and grandma breath and gram and gramps lunberg and tilly and jay and randy rae and betty sue and linda lou and carmen and phyllis and dennie and debbie and patricia and john and janet and darrel and marilyn and mrs pierce and mrs langtry and mrs johns and miss scantland and mrs taylor and mr fredrichs and mr ericksen and mr gregg and mr wooten and mrs blankenship and mrs kennedy and mrs wilkerson and rick and aimee and robin and aaron and mario and patrick and dude and daniel and rebeckhah and suzanne and don and buffy and todd and cyril and paco and alleanda and richie and richard and and and and adn and and and and and. . . .


sorry I wasn't what you thought I was going to be

I wasn't what I thought I was going to be either.

Merle

You know i can't express how important you are to me
& it's important to me that you know this
so
there it is

Dear Girl:

At one time I seen in your eyes and in your touch,
the amazing things of knowing what your talking about without saying a thing except
whats said between your heart and mine, but now your so closed off,
after I have in the many ways promised you never to let you fall,
and in the ways that you needed me to be I have worked
hard on trying to become that strong,
but when I my self needed you the most, you let me fall,
how could I remain holding you up high,
when you trampled me under your sandaled feet,
you just sat there and waited for the next thing to go wrong,
and for me thats one of the biggest things that went wrong,
you could never seem to understand and see,
that there is a time to cast away the stones,
a time for love, a time for forgiveness and understanding,
a time for peace, I swear its not to late,
love is a song we sing, sometimes it makes us feel like we may die,
but if we had sung it together, then our love would have never died,
we needed to be strong for each other,
such is the ways of being and becoming one.
It can never be one sided or it will always fail,
you have always held the key to love and fear,
its always been there at your command.
but now I see in our child's eyes and heart,
his longing and desire for both of us in his life,
he does not understand why this is all come about,
alls he knows is things are not right.
how do I explain to his little heart,
that the trust and faith we had in each other is now long gone.
now there is nothing left I can say, when you say nothing at all.
alls I can do, is hold his little heart next to mine,
and show him my love is forever for him true,
that I will never leave him, that I will never close the doors
behind him and wait for the next thing to go wrong,
that there in my love for him waits a hope that shall never die,
for him I shall be forever true and strong.
you could never seem to see in me the good things,
the quality's that are seemingly more rarer and hard to find in many good men,
yet there I am,
your loss.

.

To the brokenhearted,
It'll be ok. Eventually.
I love you

You,

Now that I know you're lurking for sure, I don't know if I should tell you the truth (that I know of, at least). It would be the last thing to get closure and get on with my life, but I don't really trust you.

All WP member's, thanks. I don't know where i'd be without all your support and advice. I'm so glad I found this site.

Dear Me:

I have never sent a letter to myself before and though i have read others' attempts it is not the same; it's more like reading a sort of biographical autobiography, if there is such a category of writing (why not?).

A letter to oneself is different. It is like I have never been to me and I am trying to figure it out by asking a bunch of questions and hoping not only that I can answer them, but understand what I have written.

Can I be so forthright as to ask how and why I became this way?
Can I answer such a question? What is the point/ Will I become more self aware ?

Who are you (I) what is your (my) purpose here? The grand inquisitor is me. The guilty one is me also. Kafka had a good idea. He was all the characters in his literature. He knew himself from all sides. He could finish his books and somehow clear it all up at the end, though leave the readers and himself still on a ledge. I am still on the ledge. The artist is still hungry, even though he is dead. The dead cockroach has become a specimen in someone's collection.

The point is I won't know all these answers until I have passed into the great beyond, and it is not clear if there will be a consciousness that is me to be aware of the answers. But the original questions are not pointless. It is just that the resolutions are ongoing and change constantly like kaleidoscope imagery. Everyone is aware of being unable to step into the same river twice. Constant change means there are no final answers to these questions in my lifetime, and perhaps this is a far, far better thing than being limited by the end knowledge, and even the end of knowledge.

And so, Dear Me, I remain still alive and wondering.

Faithfully,
You

Confusing You

No, I don't think I trust you

Wary Me.