Write a letter to someone. Here are a few suggestions, but do not feel limited to these. Be creative, as usual!
Your Best Friend
Your Crush
Your parents
Your sibling (or closest relative)
Your dreams
A stranger
Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Your favorite internet friend
Someone you wish you could meet
Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Someone you wish could forgive you
Someone you’ve drifted away from
The person you miss the most
Someone that’s not in your state/country
Someone from your childhood
The person that you wish you could be
Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
The one that broke your heart the hardest
Someone you judged by their first impression
Someone you want to give a second chance to
The person that gave you your favorite memory
The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Your future spouse
Someone that changed your life
The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Your reflection in the mirror
Dear future me,
ReplyDeleteI hope your life is full of excitement and that the dreams we had have came true. I can't wait to meet you and see what life has in store. Right now I am sixteen, and hoping to get my drivers license. Charlie is still alive and Leo has ran away but I hope he's ok. Mom and Dad are doing well in the new house. Laura's and Adam are both still attending collage. I still hope to become a chef. Right now life's pretty good.
Please respond,
Your former self, Katie Mae
IUP has a great program in Punxy.
DeleteLet's have a talk. We never seem to do that anymore. In fact, we haven't done that for over two years. Every day you get farther away from me until I've forgotten who you are completely. No, I haven't forgotten, you've changed. I just don't know you anymore. But I still remember the way you used to dress because you didn't care, the way you used to laugh because you didn't care, the way you used to be yourself because you didn't care. So who are you now? You can't answer that, can you? Because you don't know anymore. You're as lost to yourself as you are to me. Do you hate it as much as I do, how you've let yourself go for the sake of boys and popularity? So let's have a talk. I'll tell you what's changed, tell you what you've done, and you listen even though you were never any good at that.
ReplyDeleteAll my life I've dreamed of having a storybook best friend, the kind that you hang out with all the time, the kind that knows you better than yourself. For a long time that's who you were for me, or at least the closest thing to it. You learned guitar so I had someone to play with, climbed trees with me just because I loved it, gave me your secrets because you trusted me more than I trusted you. I don't know why we became friends in the first place but I remember sitting in that giant tree in your woods talking about the terrible book you had read. That's my first memory of us. Then there are all the tears, food, and walks that came in between. But the last? We were jamming out in some field, just us and our music, and I tried to ride your tire swing. After falling off and nearly getting a concussion we laughed liked crazy people. I haven't seen you since then, just some desperate girl trailing along behind everyone else. You complain about rejection? Remember that I wasn't the one who did that to you, you did that to me. I texted you and got short replies. You made me feel so bad for something that wasn't even my fault that I stopped wanting to see you or even talk to you.
So here we are. We haven't been friends in over a year, whether you like it or not. I'm just not good enough for you now. Even though I thought you were trying to reconnect when we sat in your car and you told me about all the pain, I know that I'm just an escape for you now. That's not okay with me no matter how much I miss you. And now, after all this time, you have the audacity to talk about me behind my back to my real friends? You don't know me anymore because if you did you wouldn't have believed the things you said. You would remember that things like that come naturally to me and, no matter how much you don't like it, I've never needed to try as hard as you. Maybe that's why you said it, but that doesn't matter to me.
Because you're never going to see this I'll be honest with you. I'm tired of this game and I'm not the only one. You can't run back to me or anyone else and cry every time the friends you've chosen reject you and leave when I need you. You can't be a jerk to people just because you suddenly dress nicer than they do and hang out with different people. You're not like those other girls, at least the girl I knew wasn't. She didn't care about combat boots and makeup. She was fascinated by country music and art. She argued with me over who's baking was better and whether or not you eat cheesecake with a spoon. She laid in the middle of my bedroom floor with me as we whispered about the horrors of how they treat war animals and the holocaust. I'm not asking you to change, you've already done that enough. And I'm not going to change for you because not even that could save our friendship now. But just know that you're hurting me when you ignore me and when you use me. And I'm done with it.
The last gift you ever gave me was a sheet of paper split into six squares. In each square you wrote about a year of our friendship since I had moved here in fourth grade. You called me your best friend, your sister, the only one who stood by you for everything and I believed it was all true. It was so beautiful that I cried. And I have that stupid notebook that we wrote notes to each other in because we never saw one another our eighth grade year. You told me everything, trusted me completely. I still love that part of you, the part that thought it was cool to make a club for two girls who wanted to lay in a hammock all day. You're still my best friend when I close my eyes and pretend that it's yesterday. But you're different, and maybe I'm different, and things will never be the same.
DeleteMy heart hurts. I love you, Ann!
DeleteThis is beautiful. Never say never. People often revert back to their real selves after high school. How beautiful that you are confident enough to stay true to yourself. You are confident enough. This poor girl has sold out. I hope she finds her way back to herself. That is who she is hurting the very most. Beautiful Ann.
DeleteYou are not useless.
ReplyDeleteDon't cry.
You're stronger than them.
Don't cry.
Better than they'll ever be.
Don't cry.
That's why they say the things they do.
Don't cry.
They're trying to break you down.
Don't cry.
Stop listening to them.
Don't cry.
Get ahold of yourself.
Don't cry.
Look at you, then look at them.
Don't cry.
They're suffering.
Don't cry.
Hurting you to make themselves feel better.
Don't cry.
It's a game to them.
Don't cry.
You can't let them win.
Don't cry.
They can't matter anymore.
Don't cry.
Save yourself.
Don't cry.
Let them go.
Cry.
I am in LOVE with this. It should be the mission statement for the middle school. This is just beautiful.
DeleteDear grandpa in heaven,
ReplyDeleteI've always wanted to meet you. I would like to see you and talk to you. I miss you grandpa! I know your up there with God in heaven and all happy but I wish you were down here with me. You don't know how much I really wish I could have met you. I know you would have been the best grandpa ever! But some day I will get to see you grandpa, up in heaven!
Love your granddaughter,
Chiara
Dear Curilo
ReplyDeleteI thank you for your assistance in our pervious quest. I greatly appreciated your marksmanship during our raids. If you ever are in need of my team, and/or I we'd be happy to assist you. We will remember you always, and will attend young Balthasar's funeral.
See You soon brother
Sylvio
Leader of Team Elemental
Dear, The Girl I Thought I Knew
ReplyDeleteYou were always different. You liked to be alone with your books and there was always a reclusiveness about you that made me want to be your friend all the more. You're the type of girl that has that far off look in her eyes, those crystal blue eyes. You had the coveted gift of mystery and purity going for you.
You weren't anything like them. And now you are. And I wish I could say that I don't blame you, but I do.
I miss the girl who read with me, who liked to draw and helped fuel my "Pirates of the Caribbean" obsession. The girl who was quiet and didn't demean her intelligence with frivolous facades, but rather embraced it. You used to aspire for things. Great things. and now all I hear are the rumors of who you kissed at that party when you were drunk.
You were one of my best friends and not only did you fade away, you became someone entirely different. So now when I see you, all I can do is feel the sting of loss, because I didn't just lose my best friend, the world lost you and your identity. They lost the girl I thought I knew.
You became the girl we used to scorn and I really can't wrap my head around that sometimes....
You didn't have to mold yourself to fit in with those girls. I know high school is rough without friends, but you didn't need them. People would have accepted you for you. Because you were really great.
Or at least I thought so.
But, then again, what does my opinion matter anyway, right?
Besides, what was wrong with me? Why couldn't I have been good enough? I already loved you like a sister.
I just don't get why you had to change yourself to be one of them when you already had me and her. We were a perfect trio. What made you want to leave that?
What's worse is I'm wasting tears on you, mourning a friendship that seems like it died a millennium ago. And that's the thing, I still care! Why do I still care? I know you don't. You probably haven't given me a second thought in years. I can tell by the way you barely acknowledge my presence when we see each other. You act like we're just mere acquaintances. A nod in my direction and a smirk is all the acknowledgement given to the laughs and secrets shared on the floor of our bedrooms.
I tried. I really did, to stay close to you. But eventually I just got tired of putting forth all the effort, of greeting you with excited smiles, hugs and questions only to be returned by indifference.
That's what you were....are. Indifferent.
It would be helpful if you just learned what it was you believed in! The type of person you want to be, and then grew a backbone and stood up for that.
Stop being indifferent and have a say in who you want to be.
Stop being something malleable. Something for others to mold.
I guess I just miss you is all.
Well, I miss the you I thought I knew.
Sincerely,
The Girl Who Wasn't Good Enough
Oh my gosh. This is just so beautifully honest. Like I said to Ann, never say never. Sometimes people who sell out in teen years come back in their 20's and 30's. It is so sad when people lose themselves. It takes pure, unaltered confidence to stay true to yourself.
DeleteIt's hard to believe it's been two years since you moved away. And three years since you ended our friendship. It's so weird to think back on it now, so much has changed since then. The first day of eighth grade, the day you broke a promise. The day you decided that I wasn't fit to be your best friend. I'm not really mad about it anymore, I kind of got over it. In fact, I'm not sure I was ever really mad. Just hurt, I guess. It was yet another of the numerous attempts I made to maintain a best friend. I'd been ditched so many times before. I really thought we were going to be inseparable till we were little old ladies, still doing our gangster impressions and obsessing over professional sports players. But, once again I was wrong.
ReplyDeleteI get that you were probably more similar to her, that you guys had more in common. It was just a shame that she was the one person who drove me up a wall. But it's okay, I've deemed that day purely as a learning experience. Because when you knocked me down so suddenly, a true friend was there to lift me up. And I never forgot that. She's always been there for me, since the first day of preschool when met and played together on the little green rug. I was just too ignorant to realize that. But after that day back in eighth grade, I figured out that while I was so busy searching for that one person who would accept me and stay by my side through everything, I neglected to realize that she was always right there.
So I'm okay now. I'm finally becoming the person that I was all along. And I don't have to worry about being accepted or being ditched, because I'm finally okay with me. And if someone's has a problem with that, that's okay too. I realized that I wasn't going to let you determine the terms of my happiness. I don't know how you felt about what happened, if you regret it or if you never actually cared. But it doesn't matter now. So thanks for helping me realize what I don't want in a friend.
Dear person I thought I knew,
ReplyDeleteWhat happened to you? We used to spend every single day together and now we barely talk. Everyday we would get in the car and go on some type of ride. We would always end up just walking around Walmart. To some they would think that was stupid, but for me and you we would have such a blast. Just us to walking around Walmart messing with things. Where's the fun you? The you that used to do all these adventurous things with me and not care what anyone thought? Where did my best friend go? I miss her. It feels like something's missing, but then again so I really care? I mean, you were the one who messed our relationship up in the first place. But hey, everyone deserves a second chance. Will you accept my offering, or keep hiding from me in the shadows?
-Abbey, the girl you used to know
Turn and run. If you look behind you and see this person coming after you, you'll know they care! This is beautiful. Your writing is full of emotion, and I like that. We never have to guess how you are feeling.
DeleteI've never been so hurt.
ReplyDeleteI'm just a joke to you.
The runt of the litter,
Purely here for your enjoyment only.
Put happiness and hopes and dreams in front of me,
Dangling lightly in your cold hands.
The desire in my eyes is obvious.
Undeniable.
But I have control, and that is enough.
I'm too smart.
I've had it all torn away one time too many,
So I wait...
Closer and closer.
You call my name.
Closer and closer.
I have control, but that's not enough.
You have everything.
You have everything I want.
And you know it.
Closer and closer.
The timing is right,
But I'm never right,
And you're never wrong.
I take a jump.
I stumble.
I fall.
Jump in the opposite direction! Then you'll get somewhere. This is great stuff!
DeleteTo my wonderful future husband,
ReplyDeleteYou must be a really special guy if I want to marry you. Haha! And you have to be absolutely crazy to want to marry me.
There is so much I want to write to you, but there are basically three aspects of our marriage that I think are the most important. And I want you to know them:
Once we say our vows, there is no going back. I am yours and you are mine. We are going to be there for each other through the thick and the thin. I will remain faithful to you, and I pray that you will do the same. You are my one and only until death do us part.
Secondly, I want to raise children. I want to be the best parent that I can be, and I hope you think the same way. It is absolutely breathtaking to think that my children are lives that are created by me and by the man that I love the most in the entire world. They are a mixture of both of us, and I want us to raise our children to be the best that they can be. We are their first teachers. We are their role models. I desire to create a family with you. I want it to be a family full of love and happiness.
Finally, I want to grow old with you. I am marrying you because I cannot see myself with any other man besides you. You are the one. You are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I want to hold your hand through every tear, every laugh, and every smile. I want to have the time of my life with the man that I love. When we are eighty years old, I dream of us rocking in our rocking chairs together on the front porch, holding hands, and watching our grandchildren playing in the front yard. You are my dream.
I ultimately hope that we guide each other closer to Heaven. Will you pray with me every morning? I want to be with you on this Earth. We cannot live forever, but I want to be with you forever. I do not want death to do us part. I want it to just be another beginning to our relationship.
This is deep. If you are not intimidated or freaked out by this letter, you are the man for me.
Your future wife,
Rachel
I used to pray for my future spouse all the time. Sounds weird, but I was always hoping he was being respectful of me in his decisions as I always tried to be to him. This is lovely Rachel. You are a real gem.
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