July 2010
14 posts
July 28, 2010
Adirondacks: Day 3
Dear ______,
I miss you so much. You’re the perfect asshole. You’re my best friend. You’re exactly like me. We’re both fucking disasters. It’s fucking perfect.
It’s delicate.
-Me
July 24, 2010
Dear ______,
Let’s run away, I need you. I can’t do this anymore with the real world. I need unfamiliarity. I need to feel like a stranger to everyone else but you. I don’t want to be judged anymore. Fuck. I just want you and only you. And it could be perfect. It really fucking could be. It should be. You mean more than the world to me. I honestly feel like I could never be...
July 25, 2010
Dear _____,
How did this all happen so fast? It started with the cuddling. Then there was the embracing. Then one kiss. Then making out in public. Almost had sex..
I want to be yours so bad. You call me baby now, too. And you’re intoxicating.
Sincerely,
Me.
July 21, 2010
Dear _____,
So it’s true. You want me so bad. And I want you, too. But I’m in love with him.
If only you felt this way in Italy..
July 8, 2010
Dear _____,
That hug shouldn’t have ended as quickly as it did.
When we were lying there, I didn’t want to kiss you or anything like that. I wanted to just hold you and make everything better, if you’d let me. I love you as a friend, and there’s a strong bond between us. A chemical bond, even. Because when I’m close to you, I just wanna grab on and stay that way....
June 26, 2010
11:32 am
Dear _______,
Even though I had a boyfriend at the time, it was so hard for me to see those pictures you and her. I envied her so much. She had what you and I never had and she threw it away. She’s prettier than me and has the ability to drive you insane. I know that you and I still have some feelings for each other, and I wish there was some way to make this happen. But...
June 26, 2010
1:26 am
Dear ______,
If only you knew how I felt in Italy, maybe we’d have had a chance. You’ve taken John’s place in my heart— but this time, I’m not keeping it tucked away because I have to, it has to stay tucked away because I’m in love with him and because I need you as my best friend. I would love nothing more than to cuddle up next to you. I think...
April 22, 2010
Dear ______,
After our conversation during your last night here, I’ve come to realize that you and I are terribly at communicating. Thus, let me lay a few things out for you to clear anything up. In the beginning of the trip, when we were spending a lot of time together, yeah I started having feelings for you again—but let me finish. As the trip went on, I was able to clear my head. ...
April 19, 2010
Dear _______,
I want you to fill me up; to satisfy this empty feeling. I want to be consumed by your steady breathing, slow and sweet.
Love,
Me.
April 18, 2010
Stop thinking about her.
Stop consuming my thoughts.
Stop making things complicated for me.
PLEASE.
April 18, 2010
11:33 pm
Dear _____,
So I’ve come to the conclusion that you’re never going to want me. I have also come to the conclusion that I would simply LOVE if I could not give a shit.
I wish she wasn’t so pretty.
April 15, 2010
Dear _______,
The reason I couldn’t answer your question before, about why I was afraid of being happy when I see him on Sunday, is because I want to be with you so badly—I don’t want to want to be with him.
I want to be more than best friends.
I just fucking really wanna be with you.
Sincerely,
Me
April 11, 2010
Italy Trip Day 4: Florence
Dear ______,
I’m so fucking confused. I’ve been spending far too much time with you and I’ve been thinking less and less of him. I know you’re real depressed about her, but I really want you..bad. You and I have been talking a lot and have been together almost 24/7 on this trip so far. I haven’t even thought about John. And I always...
Dear _____,
This is my more private blog, I guess. Everyone knows me on my other account, but there’s things I need to get out that I don’t want familiar faces to know about. I’m not expecting anyone to read anything I post on this.. basically, it’s just a bunch of letters that I’ve written or will be writing to a person whom I can’t actually tell all of this stuff. And I...