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Dear UncleDear Uncle,
You're half a world away, out of sight, and mostly out of mind. I can't help it. I'm sure you do the same. We visit you but you think it would be too much of a hassle to step foot in my country. It makes me wonder if you really even care, much less think of us. We miss seeing you. Now that I'm starting my own life, I will probably never get the chance to see you again; I will probably never get to see one of the few people within my family. Sometimes I wish you didn't live so far away.
Dear RobertDear Robert,
I don't know what has gotten into you the past couple of months, but I think I like it. You used to pretend you were soulless; your heart was a black hole sucking in all sorts of happiness, and love, and joy. At least that was what you liked to think. You have transformed into someone who is capable of loving, and it seems like all of this has happened right before graduation, right before you and I would part ways. You are someone I can talk to about anything. We would crack jokes, walking around arm-in-arm in our own little world. Others would look at us like we're crazy, but that just made us laugh even more. We have become so close this past year, and I don't want to lose you. I miss you so much, buddy of mine.
Dear JadelynnDear Jadelynn,
It's been a while since we've had a normal conversation. What has it been, two years? Yeah, that sounds about right. It hurts me too; we used to be so close. We used to share everything. I remember when you had to stay at my house for a week, back when we'd listen to frogs and try to imitate their sounds. We made promises to live near each other, get married on the same day, have kids who'd be best friends, and other little plans along the way. Those were the days.
That quickly changed. We both lost control of our emotions, both lost control of any sense of actions and right and wrong. There were times you even scared me when you yelled in my face, but I had to stand my ground. It tore our group of friends apart, and even after you and I made up, it'd never be the same. You and I, we held everyone together.
I'm glad things are better than they were. We talk, but it's just not the same. Time will heal all, right? I really hope so.
Dear MacauleyDear Macauley,
I wish you could forgive me. Our relationship was one of those awkward connections that was almost not worth it. I wasted both your time and mine, and I can only apologize for that. We were both shy and I really don't know if much could have been done about that.
I wish you could forgive me. I told you pretty little words I thought were true, but I had no other way to back them up. I couldn't show you, I couldn't prove anything. I didn't want to hurt you after you had threatened me with suicide. I was so afraid you meant every word you said. I put off the inevitable because I was so scared. We were in 9th grade, how was I supposed to know any better? I wasn't ready for a relationship and I wasn't smart enough to disbelieve what you said.
We don't talk any more. I wish you could forgive me.
Dear YouDear you,
I used to think I hated you. Remember those days? It was way back in middle school when we thought we liked each other but you were so cruel to me I couldn't help but wonder what I saw in you. I remember slapping you across the face after you continuously played with my teenaged-hormonal heart. I might have even spat out three little words:
I hate you.
I remember the time I wanted you dead. You would tease and hound me for every little thing I did. You were the devil on my shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in my ear while stabbing me in the back. I fell ill to your words.
I don't think I hate you anymore.
Broken ClockThe ticking seconds drip off the minute hand and hit the floor.
Tick, tock, tick tock.
I go on living with no where to go.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
And finally when the alarm goes off, I startle awake and stare at the ceiling. Every morning's the same, always the same, and I can't help but wonder when it will all change. Maybe today will be the day when you stop wasting all of my time. As I lay here, I carefully examine the pieces left remaining in the empty cavity I call my chest, the pieces slightly throbbing with no particular pattern.
Without you, I'm nothing but a broken dream waiting for a happy ending; something impossible without the mastermind behind it.
And oh, when I just think about your name, your face, I think I feel myself dying a little more inside.
I didn't think you could get passed my best defenses. I spent years and months and weeks and days and minutes and seconds building up walls carefully guarding the pulsing flesh within my ch
Happy Father's DayToday I had an epiphany moment.
In my car.
After watching Shrek with my family.
It wasn't until we stopped for gas when I realized everything would be changing. As a high school graduate heading off to college, I would be leaving my family, my mother, father, and brother, behind as I embark on my journey. It would never be the same, and I just wanted to take the time to thank my dad.
I know we never do much for father's day, but as the date of my departure draws nearer, I can't help but think about what I'm going to miss. You are my dad. You tried to turn me into a tom boy as a little girl; you taught me how to throw a wicked baseball, ride a bike, and shoot a gun. You told me to suck up the little cuts and scrapes along the way, and held me as I cried my eyes out after my first heartbreak. You guided my first footsteps, and put up with the four months I screamed as a baby. I know sometimes we argue, but we could be so much worse.
I love you dad, and I want you to know that
Dear GrandmaDear Grandma,
I never got to meet you. I was told your father didn't deserve you, and your mother took your death way too hard. You were dear to your family. My grandpa likes to seem he is over it, but he will always bring flowers to your grave and never promise his soul to another person. My uncle wasn't the same and my mom didn't have anyone to ask for child advice. As for my brother and I, we never got to know what it was like to have a grandma.
Writing about someone I've never met is really hard, and even more so when I wouldn't have gotten to see you much anyway. Thanks to being half a world away, we would have only gotten to see each other every few years. Despite that, having a grandma adds to the family feeling, and instead of my seemingly small, six-person family, I'd have one more to love, and I wish I could have one more to love. Not only do I wish I could have talked to you, I wish I could have just met you.
Dear MarjorieDear Marjorie,
There have been so many times where I wanted to apologize for everything that happened between us, but I never know where to start. I guess the best I can do is offer my friendship and hope you take it.
We used to be the best of friends, but one boy ruined it for us. It wasn't because we were both head-over-heels-in-love with him, but because I was jealous and you couldn't let go. We called each other not-so-nice names and I remember thinking I would never have the desire to talk to you ever again. Truth is, I missed my friend. There were so many times I looked back on the past and you almost always seemed apart of it some how. You are the one I don't talk to as much as I'd like.
I hope things change between us; it already has so much.
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