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Dear you,

I love you.

From me.

^^^

Eye contact during conversation doesn't scare me anymore, neither do clingy people. Have a go at it if you wish but I must insist that I'm still really boring.

Dear Friend,
Thanks for understanding me and being so supportive. I'm glad I have someone to talk to because it's a very lonely and confusing world otherwise. I hope I can return the favour for you one day if you ever need a friend like I did.

Love,
KC

Dear You,

If this is The Matrix, then we're in serious need of an operating system reboot.

Me

Dear [you],
Is this working?? I wish I had a sign. I wish I could ask the question in person. Or digitally. But maybe in person if I had the bravery. I'm finally able to reach out again, in small ways, but I don't know if it's working. I don't know if it ever has worked. I don't know if that's all you can depend on. I was told, when talking to someone about you, that one can't feel a connection without it being two ways but it's very frightening to think I could be entirely wrong, and wrong for quite a few years. And if I told you? Would it be unwelcome? Why do these feelings keep hitting me wave after wave? It must mean something. Or must it?
I don't know, ahhh, anyways.
From,
[me]

Dear You,

No one has spoken of you since you left.  No one has even mentioned your name.  Not even your former team-mates seem affected by your departure.  To them, it's just business as usual, and we are all 'ghosting' your ghost.

Me

Dear You,

You are my island. If you are in this world, I can survive. You have wounded me before. We were made to be competitive, but it no longer resonates with me. My love is pure and unconditional.

This time, you have pushed our bond. Your pain makes you irrational. It makes me irrelevant. Our shared history means you have intent. I want to forgive, but the longer you withhold the more I want to hide my face from you.

I know we will reconcile. I know I will always love you. I fear it will never be without hesitation again. That feels like a tragedy.

Let us put this behind us already. Life is being wasted.

From,

Me

Hey idiot
Shut up and stop talking cos it's obvious you're 1 incredibly sheltered 2 never read books and 3 never even watch documentaries about people with different lives to you.

Dear you,

Please get better so we can finish the movie.

From,
Me

Dear you all,

Why couldn’t you love me as I am? Why do you tell me that i’m just confused, that whatever is wrong with my brain is responsible for me being gay? Why do you screech about me going to hell like that makes it any better? Why couldn’t you have loved me unconditionally like family is suppose to? Why?

From,
Me

You'd have probably been better off if you hadn't decided to be transphobic...

Dear you,

I'm frustrated because you didn't keep your promises, and I didn't find out until it was a problem in my life. I'm not happy that I have to deal with the consequences of your actions. Now, please stop trying to tell me that i think you're out to get me. I don't think that. In fact I have no idea why you did all that or what you were thinking. I don't live in your head, how should I know what you were thinking. All I know, and all I said was that your actions messed up my existence right now. It's not that complicated. Stop trying to make it into something it isn't and handle your business. Thanks.

Me

Dear You,

No matter how hard you try, you simply cannot control every discussion around you.  Learn to live with it.

From,

Me

Dear you,

There’s so much I want to say, but your door remains closed. My soul feels the black coal bombarding my heart. The thoughts, words, actions, and lack of, smudge my eyes with their blackness. The time that separates us brings rains of early spring. These tears wash away the pain, you were only the last straw, upon my small hill of a grave. No one gathered my little mountain’s contents except for me. No one is responsible for my suffering except for me. Somehow you being ripped away from me left a large enough hole to be filled with love. Oh how I want to share these revelations and new beginnings with you. You shine beneath the veil of unconsciousness, sing in the depths of the subconscious, and dance gracefully in the astral realm. Your skin shows the world your face, your heart’s melodies scream to the world, yet harmonize with my own rhythmic flow. How my love for you makes me a poet. How my love for you makes love. How will you ever hear my words of embrace if your ears do not exist for miles. I only ask you never forget me, for I could never forget you, one of many angels that roam today. I think I love you more than I know.