014. letters returned to sender.

I promised I’d write more.  I promised this months ago.

Well, here goes.  For better or for worse.

Dear you,

If you listen to the following songs, and I mean really listen, maybe you’ll hear the words I dare not attempt to speak in your presence.

1. A Good Start; Maria Taylor
2. Replay; Maria Taylor
3. Small Part of Me; Maria Taylor
4. Hide and Seek; Imogen Heap
5. Star Mile; Joshua Radin
6. Hallelujah; Jeff Buckley
7. I Know, I Know, I Know; Tegan and Sara
8. Where Does the Good Go; Tegan and Sara
9. I Won’t Be Left; Tegan and Sara
10. Make Right With You; Luke Temple

Please come back.

love,
me.

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Dear you,

I’m not sure about you, in a great many respects.  Ours is a strange story.  I don’t think it’s over yet, but I don’t think it’s going to end the way either of us expect it to.

I just hope we both walk away happy.

love,
me.

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Dear you,

I am feeling smothered.

love,
me.

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Dear gym,

You have been calling my name.  Please know that I have heard you, loud and clear.  I am going to graduate from college, and then I’m going to enroll in fitness 101.  I promise.  I very much want to be skinny and tan by the time the next bikini season (potentially my last?!?!) rolls around.

Also, can you please help me find a way to accomplish the skinny goal without losing my boobs?  That would be great.

in gratitude,
me.

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Dear Black Friday shoppers,

Please don’t be crazy.

in anticipation,
me.

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Dear life,

I think we should sit down, have a cup of coffee, and maybe chat about things.  I have some feedback to offer you about the wrenches you’ve been chucking at me lately, and let’s just say it’s more fearful than anything else.

best,
me.

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Dear senior year,

Why have you robbed me of so much sleep?  Quit that.  It’s rude.

in annoyance,
me.

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Dear friends,

Thank you for putting up with me.  You don’t have to, you never have to, but you always do.  Please know that you make my days a little brighter and my burden a little lighter.  And, no matter what you guys say or how honest you are, you always give me hope that things are going to turn out alright.

Thank you for listening to me cry on the phone, or in person, or over iChat.  Thank you for coming over just so I wouldn’t be alone.  Thank you for fielding my endless questions that we all know have no real answer.  Thank you for always being there, even when the issue I bring up is old and should have been discarded.  Thank you for being nice, just for my sake.  Thank you for offering punches, just to make me smile.

Thank you for being amazing when all I feel is mediocre.

with endless love,
me.

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Dear 2009,

Odd-numbered years really aren’t my thing.  Maybe you can redeem yourself this holiday season by setting some things right.

Please.  I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.

begging on my knees,
me.

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