Write a Letter You Cannot Send

[prince of heart]

Family-

Please. I finally figured out my sexuality. I am ASEXUAL. Oaky? but I can never tell you this. Remeber John? The cousin you never talk about any more? The only member of my family I like on a regualer basis? Yeah? you disowned him for being Asexual. But I can't come out yet. Not yet. Because I can't get away yet. So I guess I'll keep it a secret. But it feels good to accept it. I am Asexual. and I am proud.

[~Marceliyne~]

Deer people who are reading this. Last time I posted I posted about still loveing this girl. Well This tread really helped me, I read alott of these post and got the curage to ask her out. She said yes and now I am really happy. This topic has helped me through a really hard time and I wanted to thank you guys for giving me back my angel~<333

[ratsy]

Dear ______,
Please stop making my heart flutter like a little butterfly that is being hit on the head with a giant war-ax made out candy-corn unicorns. Seriously, this is annoying and I hate it when you do that. And I kinda like it, too. Both, I guess. I mean really. Seriously. I kinda like you a lot and kinda hate you too. That's why I slammed the binder so hard near your ear when you fell asleep in class. And, ha-ha I did this to three other people, so if you read this, you will never know! Ha-ha! I emerge victorious. Anyway, I hated didn't care for the three other people and I do care for you. Kinda, anyway. I mean, you are a genius in some areas, way smarted than me. And sometimes you are adumb, fat, ****ing, stupid idiot monkey-pig mix. Yes, as you know that is the way I speak. So, please just go...do something. K?
~Lena

[~Marceliyne~]

Family-

Please. I finally figured out my sexuality. I am ASEXUAL. Oaky? but I can never tell you this. Remeber John? The cousin you never talk about any more? The only member of my family I like on a regualer basis? Yeah? you disowned him for being Asexual. But I can't come out yet. Not yet. Because I can't get away yet. So I guess I'll keep it a secret. But it feels good to accept it. I am Asexual. and I am proud.

Congrates ;3 Its hard figuring that stuff out and if you ever need someone to talk to PM me ;3 I went through a verry similar situation and may be able to help you out~<3

[kogi]

Dear ____,
Why?
What exactly compelled you to go and help your father move out?
If you hadn't, then you'd still be here.
He could've got on just fine without your help. Maybe even avoided that whole car accident.
You were always the kind one out of the two of us; something that I have learned to be.
Because of you, I now know how to put myself out there; how to approach strangers who need help. Others who need somebody to talk to, just as I do.
I'm still waiting for somebody to approach me in that way.
I need help.
Ever since you've been gone, I've been confused. I'm such a mess; I don't know what to do with myself.
I keep believing all these people's lies..I keep letting myself get hurt.
I really need you to hold me again; to wrap your arms around me and stroke my hair, nice and slow.
I remember when you used to come over early in the morning before school, just to take pictures and help me with my hair.
I hardly remember ever seeing you without your camera; oh, how you loved photography.
That's what you wanted to do with your life, isn't it?
Become a photographer?
Sometimes you'd take pictures of landscapes, the river that flows through town..But most of the time, that I knew of anyways, you were taking pictures of people; of me.
I still have yet to look through your cameras, SD cards, and so on.
I'm afraid.
I'm afraid to see myself with long hair again, to see your smiling face. Yes, I miss you..but looking back on the past isn't what I want.
I want you.
I need you here.
With me.
We need to talk about something new, take new pictures, dance again..
But I can't stand seeing the old you.
The seventeen-year-old you.
I'd like to see the eighteen-year-old you.
Or even the twenty-year-old you.
That would make me happy.

I'd also love a chance to say sorry.
I never went to your funeral.
Sorry.
Sometimes, I wouldn't pitch in all my money so we could get your birthday present; I'd only put in about half of what I could.
Sorry..
..I'm sorry for not leaving with you that one night at the library, all those years ago.
Maybe things would be different.
Maybe things would be better.
Maybe you would still be alive.
...Sorry.


Maybe I should've treated you better; After all you were my best friend.
I took that for granted. And I'm sorry.
I didn't know about that abuse that was going on at your house; I didn't realize how much you relied on me. You probably relied on me more than I did you.
Yes, I knew about your parent's divorce, and I helped you as best as I could..
But I didn't know about your brother..
He was always harsh towards you, but I always assumed that it was because of good-old sibling rivalry.
I didn't realize he would actually beat you.
You always dismissed the bruises as, "..injuries from <insert sport here> practice"
and I believed you.
After all, I trusted you with my life; I always thought you would be honest with me, no matter what.
You were even there after the accident; you were there with me through everything.
..So why didn't you let me help you?

Thank you for everything; despite what was going on at home you were still able to smile for me.
You were and still are the best friend I've ever had.
I appreciate everything you did for me; the stargazing, the dancing, the soccer games..everything.
It means more to me than you could ever imagine.
It's made me who I am.
Thank you.

I can feel the dawn, peering in and I'm gonna lose you all over again..
Feel the dawn, peering in and I'm gonna lose you all over again..

I've been so high on you I,
never quite came down.

[i made a new account]

Dear J,

Someone told me to come on and look at your pathetic letter, and I'm glad I did.
This is the last straw. We were good friends, I cared about you, but now flug it.
Please take the nearest exit to get the flip out of my life.
I am sick of being nice to you when all I get in return is being treated like a damn pile of garbage.
I don't care if you love me, please, please get out of my life.
I only told two people, who will help you, if you've been listening to anything I've said.

A.

PS: You judgemental b____. Cucumber is a better friend than you ever have or will be to me.
We didn't talk about you at all.

[Metallic Dragon]

Dear Social Life,

Baby come back, you can blame it all on me ;A;

Love,
Metta

[kes.]

Hello.
We were friends for quite a long time.
I think it was Kindergarten that we met.
Our parents became friends.
So we did too.
Or was it the other way around?
I can't remember now.

A few years ago, I moved.
I never forgot you, you know.
We saw each other every once in a while. I was happy with that for a while.
Then, you got to come to my house and stay for a few days.
That was fun.
But a few days before you came, you told me you liked me - and a few days later, I said that I like you too.

It was awkward for a while.
Then you left. You went home.

I tried to text you. I tried to call you.
The calls went to voicemail. The texts were never replied to.
I emailed you.
You didn't reply.

I assumed that you had been grounded. For some reason you couldn't get on the computer.

Then you invited me to a weird website that spams up my emails :/
We talked again. About awkward things.
I wrote paragraphs.
The most you ever wrote was five words.
I missed you.

I made a hard choice - I asked you if you still liked me.
You replied with two words, and I cried for a few days.
You had seemed so honest with me.
I'm not afraid to admit that I'm very naive. I believed you.
And now I know that I was wrong to do that.

A week later, four days ago, I finally replied, saying that I'd forgotten about our conversation.
I hadn't.
I'd been thinking about it every minute, of every hour, of every day since you said those two words.
I decided that you had gotten back with your ex-girlfriend, or possibly someone new.
You were the first person I liked - I liked you before I even knew what a boyfriend was. Before I knew what a crush was.
But I thought that our love was more brother/sisterly, and I gave up on you.
And then you come out of nowhere and say that you've liked me for a while.
And two months later, you take back all of that and say you don't?

The lesson here to me?
Don't trust anyone.
I've grown much colder towards people since this.
I don't like it very much.
But I can't help it.
I can't help it.



Goodbye, B. I hope that we can still be friends. I know that we'll see each other again. Your little brother and my little brother are best friends. Yes, we'll definitely see each other again. It will be awkward. I'll try to be brave and just act normally. But those two words have effected me greatly. I hope that you know that. But I don't think you do.

-K.

[q u i t]

Dear Liam Payne,

Do you know how much I love you? I loved you before you became famous, with your beautiful hair, eyes,
and words, I fell in love. I mean, theres reality love, and theres dream love. Your my dream, Liam. I love
you sooo much ! But you'll never even notice me. . . you say little things make us special ? I'm just a little
thing in a whole wide world. And you'd never love me anyways because, I'm well, me. . . and you love
Danielle Peazer.

Love,

the d r e a m. that plays over and over in your head.

[purinz]

Dear Myself,

You need to impress everybody besides your fast typing. Please? :3

Sincerely, Me