Letters

Hello Darlings,

Letters. They're these magical and wonderful things that let all the words in our hearts be spilled out in ink and paper. They're the secret keepers that we hide away in the depths of junk drawers or under beds. They're the moments, the feelings, the lies that we never want to forget. Letters are all that is left unsaid.

So I'm one of those people who have become a professional letter writer. I write them anytime I lie to someone about how I feel. I've written them to confess to a lie I told my teach once. There's the numerous ones I've written to my best girlfriend when she mad me soooo mad. And then everyone's favorites, the many, many, MANY love letters that I have written, but never sent. They hide away in my notebooks, in my backpack, and my personal favorite, an online website for everyone to read. The truth is: the best place to hide a love letter is in the wide open space because that is the one place that the person you're writing to won't look. Trust me I know.

So these letters, why do we write them? I mean sometimes we have to for a class or a job, but what about those letters we write because we want to? Do we really have a choice or is it such a need to write your heart's wishes down that we can't stop ourselves? In my opinion, you have no control over it. You do however, have control on the letter itself. I know that every time I sit down to write a letter I put everything into it, as if I might actually send it. I never do, but just in case I make sure every tiny little detail is in there. I do know of some people though that just spit out whatever they can to compose a letter because that way their thoughts are out and they didn't waste anytime. That's fine, but it's not me.

For the purpose of this post I have decided to include a letter. I'm not sure why, but this is what came to mind.


Dear Whoever it May Concern,

To those who find pleasure in bullying. I'm fragile. My heart is also fragile. Every single word, action, or thought that I know of yours will affect me. I won't show it, but believe me, if it's hurtful, I'll cry. So choose your words carefully and remember that you are hurting me, but also yourself. You think it feels good to hurt others, but I'll grow up strong and you'll grow up feeling powerful. Then one day someone else is going to knock you on your butt and you'll have nothing. And I will have everything.

To those who think they may love me. You either do or you dont, there is no in between. If you love me then tell me no matter how scared you are, because chances are that I love you too and I'm scared just like you. Please if you don't love me then let me go. Don't drag me along and play with my heart. You're just going to waste both of our times. And it's okay to break my heart, but dont be spiteful while doing it.

And finally to those who are my friends. Don't lie to me without a good reason. Please don't forget me even if we end on a horrible note. Love me for me and expect nothing more or less. Push me to the edge of my capability. Through tears, hugs, broken hearts, family crisis, death, and distance don't ever leave me. If you do all these things I'll return the favor, for friends are the sole reason any of us survive this thing called life.

With Love,
A Teenage Girl


Until next time,
Kay