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unsent letter April 2013
Hi ------,
I know, it's been forever since we spoke. Surprised I'm sure. I found myself by the corner of Lawrence and Lakewood Ave. Remember that day you saw me riding by and we talked for hours then made plans to hang out? Anyway it got me wondering what happened to you. I hope you are safe and having a good life on the other side of the equator.
I wanted to write and see if we can catch up sometime. I miss you believe it or not. I hate how we ended. I'm sure you had your reasons but I didn't want that. We were friends, good friends and why should that stop? You must want to stay in touch a bit if you friended me on myspace and facebook right?
I understand if you don't want to connect again. I hope you do though.
[pm] [del: I miss] [del: I’m sorry about] [del: I’m glad you weren’t hurt, you know. I’m so happy that you’re safe now and] [del: can you tell me that you won’t hurt her] [del: You felt so much like family to me. I’m sorry.] [no message sent]
[no message received but :( ]
Not a Letter
Write a letter. I have been recently told that I should write a letter. The moment someone asks you to write a letter all you can think about is that you have to write a letter. And you find yourself having written 3 lines about how you have to write one letter. I can hear the quietness of the office. People murmuring but some how all of this seems to be thundering louder than any scream would have in my head.
What should I say to you? I don’t want to make this a love/confession letter because for how I feel I don’t get a sense that I am confessing something to you. After all I am not. I don’t love you. But I want to know the real you enough to love you. I don’t pine for you. But I want to miss you when you are not there because I want you to be with me. I don’t want to lose my pride in front of you. But I want you to see the real me. Acceptance. I guess that is what I am looking for, you. For you and I to just allow each other to be.
When I jump will you catch me? Will you? Don’t let me fall.
Polly M. Woggle, I’ve come across your article recently and have become a huge fan! I’ve read so many articles that it’s almost like we’ve met in person! I hail from Florette and I just wanted to let you know that the strangest things have been happening. There was a group that fought off some beasts and I was wondering if there was a way we could keep in contact with one another. A back-and-forth correspondence if you will. Let me know as soon as you can, Your biggest and most recent fan!