I have some things to tell you.
I love the way you are a goof it makes me happy
I am the happiest that I can remember
I miss you on the drive back without you right after I have seen you
You have helped me and encouraged me to do things right for us because you
love me enough to inconvenience yourself for our good
You kept me from killing myself last year
You are the best thing in my life
I can tell you anything and show you my feelings without fear of ridicule
I can be myself around you and say anything
I love the way that you understand that sometimes I don't think about what I
say
I love the way that you are not like the other girls and get angry over
simple misunderstandings
I love the way that you are yourself around me and how you don't care what
other people think about you
I love you WILL YOU MARRY ME LYNDSEY I have loved you for a long time and I
don't want to loose this feeling I want you with me for the rest of our lives
I can't live without you, I literally believe I would die without your love.
I LOVE YOU
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Saturday, November 17, 2007
Friday, November 9, 2007
Mr. Terry Adams
I have a few things to tell you:
You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.
You've given my life a whole new perspective.
I've never been happier in my entire exsistance than I am right now.
I love falling asleep with you, and waking up next to you.
I never ever want this to end and If its up to me, it never ever will.
All of my love,
You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.
You've given my life a whole new perspective.
I've never been happier in my entire exsistance than I am right now.
I love falling asleep with you, and waking up next to you.
I never ever want this to end and If its up to me, it never ever will.
All of my love,
Friday, September 7, 2007
Dear Amanda
I am IN LOVE with you. I think you know. Will you ever be able to forgive me for feeling this way? I'm so sorry.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Aidan
Veuillez le dire donc selon
Que vous estes benigne et doulche,
Car ce doulx mot n'est pas si long
Qu'il vous face mal en la bouche
Que vous estes benigne et doulche,
Car ce doulx mot n'est pas si long
Qu'il vous face mal en la bouche
Friday, July 13, 2007
Dear MJ
The night you told me that I didn't know you was a cold one.
But you were wrong.
I do know you.
I know your dreams. For fame and happiness and a house with a waterfront view. I know your goals. To go to Yale or Columbia. To become a reknown journalist and travel the world.
I know your fears. The way you get smaller in a crowd of people. And you told me yourself, your greatest fear was ignorance. I know the way you put your sleeves over your hands when you get scared, and how you bite your lip.
I know the exact way your brow furrows when something (me) confuses you.
I know how condescending you can get. How irritating and patronizing you can be, just because you're more brilliant than anyone else.
I know that you are amazing. How was it that one little blonde girl could make such an impact in my life? I never expected you. Where the hell was I before you? In the middle of a self-induced nightmare. The things I did. The girls I did. God. Was I really that stupid?
I know that your favorite book is To Kill A Mockingbird, and your favorite play is Pygmalion. I know that you love spicy foods and chocolate (but not together) and you really love movies. I know you hate small spaces, big crowds, and talking on the phone. And you drink WAYYYYY too much coffee.
I know that you dab your pizza with a napkin before you eat it, to get the grease off. You hate grease. And that you get impatient in long lines. I know that you love Autumn the best. And that you only paint your toenails, never your fingernails. But I don't know why. I know you've never been kissed before. I know that you are better than anyone else. And YOU know that too.
I know that you are angry at your parents, and that you love your brother despite everything. I know that you don't have a big social circle, but the friends you do have... you would jump in front of a bullet for them. I know that you are that kind of loyal and loving.
I know that you try to make apathy your mask, to protect yourself. I guess to protect yourself from people like me. But you know, it doesn't work. I can see right through.
I know that you don't wear makeup, except mascara and lip stuff on special occasions. And I know you don't need it at all. I know you don't think much of yourself physically, and it doesn't matter much to you. But I think you're beautiful.
I know that you like lilies, and Converse shoes. And that you can beat anyone in a burping contest. I know you wish you were taller. I know that you won't let anyone get in the way of your solid future. I know that you are a planner - organized and prepared. I know that you don't approve of high school "relationships".
I know your eyes are the color of the coffee you constantly drink, and you are disgusted by "AIM" speak. I know that you need to lighten up sometimes. You're only sixteen, and so serious. I know that you smell really nice.
I know that I could go on forever. M, I do know you. But the most important thing is not that I know YOU, but that you know THIS:
I love you.
But you were wrong.
I do know you.
I know your dreams. For fame and happiness and a house with a waterfront view. I know your goals. To go to Yale or Columbia. To become a reknown journalist and travel the world.
I know your fears. The way you get smaller in a crowd of people. And you told me yourself, your greatest fear was ignorance. I know the way you put your sleeves over your hands when you get scared, and how you bite your lip.
I know the exact way your brow furrows when something (me) confuses you.
I know how condescending you can get. How irritating and patronizing you can be, just because you're more brilliant than anyone else.
I know that you are amazing. How was it that one little blonde girl could make such an impact in my life? I never expected you. Where the hell was I before you? In the middle of a self-induced nightmare. The things I did. The girls I did. God. Was I really that stupid?
I know that your favorite book is To Kill A Mockingbird, and your favorite play is Pygmalion. I know that you love spicy foods and chocolate (but not together) and you really love movies. I know you hate small spaces, big crowds, and talking on the phone. And you drink WAYYYYY too much coffee.
I know that you dab your pizza with a napkin before you eat it, to get the grease off. You hate grease. And that you get impatient in long lines. I know that you love Autumn the best. And that you only paint your toenails, never your fingernails. But I don't know why. I know you've never been kissed before. I know that you are better than anyone else. And YOU know that too.
I know that you are angry at your parents, and that you love your brother despite everything. I know that you don't have a big social circle, but the friends you do have... you would jump in front of a bullet for them. I know that you are that kind of loyal and loving.
I know that you try to make apathy your mask, to protect yourself. I guess to protect yourself from people like me. But you know, it doesn't work. I can see right through.
I know that you don't wear makeup, except mascara and lip stuff on special occasions. And I know you don't need it at all. I know you don't think much of yourself physically, and it doesn't matter much to you. But I think you're beautiful.
I know that you like lilies, and Converse shoes. And that you can beat anyone in a burping contest. I know you wish you were taller. I know that you won't let anyone get in the way of your solid future. I know that you are a planner - organized and prepared. I know that you don't approve of high school "relationships".
I know your eyes are the color of the coffee you constantly drink, and you are disgusted by "AIM" speak. I know that you need to lighten up sometimes. You're only sixteen, and so serious. I know that you smell really nice.
I know that I could go on forever. M, I do know you. But the most important thing is not that I know YOU, but that you know THIS:
I love you.
Monday, July 9, 2007
To my best friend and the woman I love
In the past few years I have grown to love you more than ever imaginable. Each day I've spent with you our love has grown deeper and deeper and I am constantly amazed at how completely giving and loving you are. You are truly the most beautiful and genuine person I have ever met and will ever meet. You are my best friend, my life and my love. You are the only person meant for me and I'm reminded of that more and more every day.
You have truly blessed me with your generosity of spirit, gentle nature, and unabashed love each day we are together. As cheesy as it is to say, You have made me the man I am today. We have created some beautiful memories that I know will follow us into our lives together and I look forward to many more with you.
When we met five years ago, I immediately was attracted to you and your arresting green eyes, your sense of grace, your delicate nature and your inner strength. I remember vividly meeting you for the first time and thinking, "Uh Oh, I'm in trouble. She is amazing." When I asked you to marry me, I meant it. It is the truth. I hope we can maintain that sense of truth and honesty with each other. What I am trying to communicate in this letter is that I believe you are the most amazing person I've ever met and that since we are to marry next year, I deeply believe that you are worthy of my complete honesty.
I have something very important to share with you -- something I tell you out of love. Something I could never truly trust myself to articulate with any amount of clarity with my voice. Something I needed you to know before we are married. In order for our marriage to survive as open and honest as possible, I tell you this because I value the integrity of our relationship. I want to be completely upfront from now
on.
The next sentence is possibly the hardest thing I will ever say to you, and I understand if you want to end our relationship as it is. I have experimented sexually with two men in my past. It is my deepest, darkest secret.
Writing that statement makes me feel nauseous because it is something I have never said to anyone before -- something I could never admit to myself much less anyone I deeply love, for fear that admitting this will cause undue stress in your life. My hands are shaking as I write this. It is important that you know that I am not gay, but I am not 100% heterosexual. I hate myself for keeping this from you for so long. I fall in the middle, and as such it has been even harder to reveal to anyone.
Growing up, I was extremely confused by sexual feelings for both women and men. I longed to be either completely straight or completely gay. In my mind, it would've been easier to admit one or the other. I couldn't identify with either group. As a result of being in the middle, I tried to shelter those individuals around me, as well as my own emotional health, and never pursued relationships with either. I love sex with a woman -- especially you and only you. I enjoy it and desire you constantly. You are amazing in bed. Yet, the fact that I harbor this secret is destroying me inside. It's the most confusing thing I will ever deal with, yet it is
something that is undeniably the most important thing I could ever tell you besides, "I love you."
I have been completely monogamous with you and will continue to be. There is no question of that. Everything I have ever said to you is the truth, I simply need to tell you this so that we can live our lives together truly knowing the other person on a much deeper level, for I could never be happy in our relationship knowing that you do not completely know me as a human being -- inside and out. I fear that if I weren't to tell you this now, it would only cause undue suffering within our relationship in the future and ultimately break us apart. I don't want that. I want you to know me better than any human can possibly know.
After reading this I accept the possibility that you will no longer want to marry me, nor would I wish that you stay with me if this knowledge would be detrimental to your happiness in life. I want you to be happy no matter what and believe that you are deserving of complete and utter happiness/bliss. I believe in my heart that deeper love can only come from me admitting this to you before we are married rather than revealing it to you later. You make me completely happy and I want you to have the same.
Now that you know this about me, I can be completely open with you and move on with our lives together. This is what I wish for beyond anything in the world, but I remain completely understanding if this is not the same for you. I hope that once you read this, you can look at me the same way as before with your beautiful green eyes. Only this time, I will know and you will know that the person you see is exactly the
person I am.
The truth is, I love you and want to be with you and you only. I want us to be husband and wife. I want us to have children and grow old together. Our future together is important to me. However, I realize the implications of this and will understand your decision.
No matter what, know this: I love you.
You have truly blessed me with your generosity of spirit, gentle nature, and unabashed love each day we are together. As cheesy as it is to say, You have made me the man I am today. We have created some beautiful memories that I know will follow us into our lives together and I look forward to many more with you.
When we met five years ago, I immediately was attracted to you and your arresting green eyes, your sense of grace, your delicate nature and your inner strength. I remember vividly meeting you for the first time and thinking, "Uh Oh, I'm in trouble. She is amazing." When I asked you to marry me, I meant it. It is the truth. I hope we can maintain that sense of truth and honesty with each other. What I am trying to communicate in this letter is that I believe you are the most amazing person I've ever met and that since we are to marry next year, I deeply believe that you are worthy of my complete honesty.
I have something very important to share with you -- something I tell you out of love. Something I could never truly trust myself to articulate with any amount of clarity with my voice. Something I needed you to know before we are married. In order for our marriage to survive as open and honest as possible, I tell you this because I value the integrity of our relationship. I want to be completely upfront from now
on.
The next sentence is possibly the hardest thing I will ever say to you, and I understand if you want to end our relationship as it is. I have experimented sexually with two men in my past. It is my deepest, darkest secret.
Writing that statement makes me feel nauseous because it is something I have never said to anyone before -- something I could never admit to myself much less anyone I deeply love, for fear that admitting this will cause undue stress in your life. My hands are shaking as I write this. It is important that you know that I am not gay, but I am not 100% heterosexual. I hate myself for keeping this from you for so long. I fall in the middle, and as such it has been even harder to reveal to anyone.
Growing up, I was extremely confused by sexual feelings for both women and men. I longed to be either completely straight or completely gay. In my mind, it would've been easier to admit one or the other. I couldn't identify with either group. As a result of being in the middle, I tried to shelter those individuals around me, as well as my own emotional health, and never pursued relationships with either. I love sex with a woman -- especially you and only you. I enjoy it and desire you constantly. You are amazing in bed. Yet, the fact that I harbor this secret is destroying me inside. It's the most confusing thing I will ever deal with, yet it is
something that is undeniably the most important thing I could ever tell you besides, "I love you."
I have been completely monogamous with you and will continue to be. There is no question of that. Everything I have ever said to you is the truth, I simply need to tell you this so that we can live our lives together truly knowing the other person on a much deeper level, for I could never be happy in our relationship knowing that you do not completely know me as a human being -- inside and out. I fear that if I weren't to tell you this now, it would only cause undue suffering within our relationship in the future and ultimately break us apart. I don't want that. I want you to know me better than any human can possibly know.
After reading this I accept the possibility that you will no longer want to marry me, nor would I wish that you stay with me if this knowledge would be detrimental to your happiness in life. I want you to be happy no matter what and believe that you are deserving of complete and utter happiness/bliss. I believe in my heart that deeper love can only come from me admitting this to you before we are married rather than revealing it to you later. You make me completely happy and I want you to have the same.
Now that you know this about me, I can be completely open with you and move on with our lives together. This is what I wish for beyond anything in the world, but I remain completely understanding if this is not the same for you. I hope that once you read this, you can look at me the same way as before with your beautiful green eyes. Only this time, I will know and you will know that the person you see is exactly the
person I am.
The truth is, I love you and want to be with you and you only. I want us to be husband and wife. I want us to have children and grow old together. Our future together is important to me. However, I realize the implications of this and will understand your decision.
No matter what, know this: I love you.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Dear Frank
I don't think I ever told you: those two years were the happiest of my life. Even though it has been decades since I last saw you, you're still the one I love. I'm so sad that you're not here, but I'm so happy and grateful that I had a chance to know you and love you. You brought me back from the precipice. You brought me back to life.
Words cannot express how much I love and revere you. I miss you every day,
but though I am lonely, I would rather be your widow than anyone else's wife. Thank you so much for loving me. I count the days until we are together again, my love.
Words cannot express how much I love and revere you. I miss you every day,
but though I am lonely, I would rather be your widow than anyone else's wife. Thank you so much for loving me. I count the days until we are together again, my love.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Dear Raymond
We've been best friends for six years. You left for Iraq a while ago. Since you've been gone, I've had a horrible feeling that you won't make it home alive.
Please come home, so I can finally tell you how much I love you. I don't know what I would do without you.
Please come home, so I can finally tell you how much I love you. I don't know what I would do without you.
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