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Annwyl berl,
Ewch adref nawr cyn i mi fynd yn gas gyda chi.

Dear Charlotte,

Come stay at our castle. No shampoo needed.

Attention: SMACKHEAD

Do not mess with them again.

Last warning.

Dear you, I miss you even if i never met you.
I was able to feel a sense of connection with you even if it was an illusion.

Funny. I literally did this on LJ. Attorney I had a serious crush on at "The Firm". Went something like:
"Hey S...
let's have a snowball fight."
Me

You,

It has been almost two years since you left, and no one seems to have heard from you since.  I hope you are doing well.  I hope that you have realized your dreams.  I hope that you never come back.

Life is better without you.

Me

Dear you,

Have you ever felt the breeze hit your face and all the colliding thoughts become quiet? It's one of my favourite moments. My head almost feels like it's buzzing, static, yet there's a sense of comforting calm. Perhaps it's difficult to translate this experience.

Granted, you've never been one for appreciating small events. You've always been about that grind. I think I saw a small amount of pity, remorse, perhaps even some regret in you.

Tell me, where is the rest of your human compassion? Did you lose it, somewhere along the way? No matter, I suppose wasting another thought on you would do neither of us any good.

So I'll continue living my life and you'll be just another cautionary tale. A shame Scrooge doesn't exist, I think he'd teach you a very important lesson. It's also a pity I can't send any ghosts your way. Perhaps a Poltergeist to destroy your office. Although it was a mess anyway. Maybe the Poltergeist wouldn't bother.

With the absolute meanest of regards, and with all the respect you're due (none),

From me.

Dear DIL,

Could you possibly make any more noise if you tried?
How about walking past me, could you do that a bit more to trigger the scopophobia?
You're driving me bonko today.

Love you anyway.

Mama L.

Dear You,

For some unknown reason, no one seems to accept your claims as valid any more, possibly because we know only your side and no one else's.  There never seem to be any witnesses to those alleged events either, nor any physical evidence at the locations where they allegedly occurred.

Did you make it all up?  Are you getting enough attention?  I have noticed that as soon as one person gets tired of your stories, you quickly latch on to a new person to tell those stories to.

And when did they supposedly happen?  How long ago?  How far away?

Did they happen at all?

From, Me

Oh that was a good one. Having little idea of what's been going on but seeing all these weird new and absent features, that was like, typical you again, again, again, trying to influence the situation and remain cunningly blameless, without even looking cunning at all. All this s**t again. Doing my bit too right here. Hi

Missing my babe.






https://youtu.be/-n-LULDiJxk


Some things take so long
But how do I explain
When not too many people
Can see we're all the same
And because of all their tears
Their eyes can't hope to see
The beauty that surrounds them
Isn't it a pity
How we break each other's hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other's love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a shame

Dear you

I'm not interested in him.

From me

Dear You,

I have a level 85 Paladin, a level 82 Shadow priest, and I'm currently leveling a Warrior through Northrend, although I spend most of my time tanking instances in the Dungeon Finder.  I've held off on getting Mist Of Pandoria because I got burned out on endgame progression after Wrath of the Lich King, and the Cataclysm content is still new to me.  Plus, Monks seem redundant in an era of dual specialization and viable hybrid DPS, and while I know they are well-established in the lore, Pandoria does not appeal to me.  So I'm wrapping up a Taunka questline in the Borean Tundra, trying to determine if I should go to Dragonblight or Grizzly hills, and now you know how I feel when you won't shut up about your favorite conspiracy theories.

Sincerely,

Me

Dear you,
I'm very sorry and I'm coming over to the other side now. At last I get it, this s**t is unreal. It's an inbred tea party where guests just compare navels.

I have so much to say on every score, being uber-qualified in all of this s**t. (as I imagine, are you, you and you)

What to do though hey? Will I wake up and realise this was all just a cringey dream?

Dear you

It's only because of the fact that I was such a sh*t parent that you looked like such a good one.

From me