An Open Letter To _____

[Mephistophelily]

Statler and Waldorf? Maybe I was wrong with that one, Ahren.
Red from That 70's Show? Think that may be a bit closer.
You should start using "Dumbass" more.

 

[Light Ice]

Dear X,

I love you.

It is important that I make that entirely clear before the rest of this letter continues. This is not a statement meant to imply guilt. You should, and I trust that you do, know me well enough to know that I understood that your departure was necessary. The correspondence that you have offered in the years since that day have been perfect. Neither too much nor too little. You allow me little glimpses of your life that assure me what I already knew; that you belonged out in the world chasing your dream and that our time together was at an end..

We believe in the same things. We always have. I miss your adventurous heart sometimes, even now, and the way we lived our romance as an action and not a state of mind. Love, for us, was a verb that demanded consistent movement and expression. I appreciate that, and everything about you, because it asserted to me that with patience and discipline it was, indeed, possible to find a woman whose assertive nature transcended more than what this world allows.

But, our time was always borrowed.

I will not lie to you. There were times that I selfishly wished that loving me was enough to make you stay. I convinced myself (for a very short while) that love would overcome your desire to travel and that I was the kind of man that would give you a partnership strong enough that every moment of regret or resentment you felt for staying with me would be erased by the happiness we brought one another.

Foolish things.

But I was mourning your loss and loving you. In many ways that process is not over. There are times, out shopping for the Holidays, that you still feel mine. There are times I have stopped in a store and thought of how much you would love something my eyes have fallen on and felt compelled to buy it for you. To provide for you. That silly little trigger you used to have to anticipate and ward off whenever we were out made its return just the other day and suddenly made me aware of your absence again.

I think I will always miss you. There's no way that I could believe otherwise. You have left an imprint on who I am and how I see people. My world has been arranged in some ways to mimic the images of happiness you shared with me.



Thank you, X, for teaching me what I want love to feel like. Thank you for every one of our moments and thank you for not saying goodbye. Thank you for staying with me for so long. Thank you for reminding me in moments of weakness that our love was a standard that must be met for me to be happy, not compromised.

Thank you, X, for allowing me to see all the things I have waited for before they passed me by.

-LI

 

[Alana_]

Dear X,

I love you.

It is important that I make that entirely clear before the rest of this letter continues. This is not a statement meant to imply guilt. You should, and I trust that you do, know me well enough to know that I understood that your departure was necessary. The correspondence that you have offered in the years since that day have been perfect. Neither too much nor too little. You allow me little glimpses of your life that assure me what I already knew; that you belonged out in the world chasing your dream and that our time together was at an end..

We believe in the same things. We always have. I miss your adventurous heart sometimes, even now, and the way we lived our romance as an action and not a state of mind. Love, for us, was a verb that demanded consistent movement and expression. I appreciate that, and everything about you, because it asserted to me that with patience and discipline it was, indeed, possible to find a woman whose assertive nature transcended more than what this world allows.

But, our time was always borrowed.

I will not lie to you. There were times that I selfishly wished that loving me was enough to make you stay. I convinced myself (for a very short while) that love would overcome your desire to travel and that I was the kind of man that would give you a partnership strong enough that every moment of regret or resentment you felt for staying with me would be erased by the happiness we brought one another.

Foolish things.

But I was mourning your loss and loving you. In many ways that process is not over. There are times, out shopping for the Holidays, that you still feel mine. There are times I have stopped in a store and thought of how much you would love something my eyes have fallen on and felt compelled to buy it for you. To provide for you. That silly little trigger you used to have to anticipate and ward off whenever we were out made its return just the other day and suddenly made me aware of your absence again.

I think I will always miss you. There's no way that I could believe otherwise. You have left an imprint on who I am and how I see people. My world has been arranged in some ways to mimic the images of happiness you shared with me.



Thank you, X, for teaching me what I want love to feel like. Thank you for every one of our moments and thank you for not saying goodbye. Thank you for staying with me for so long. Thank you for reminding me in moments of weakness that our love was a standard that must be met for me to be happy, not compromised.

Thank you, X, for allowing me to see all the things I have waited for before they passed me by.

-LI

I like you L.

You aren't such a curmudgeon. I hope you find that 'someone' we all deserve.

 

[Light Ice]

I like you L.

You aren't such a curmudgeon. I hope you find that 'someone' we all deserve.

Oh, stuff it. Toots.

 

[Alana_]

Dear L...

Sorry, only peeping in now before sleeping...but 'Toots' is stuffed.

seeya tomorrow Yank.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Dear Alana,

The more I see of you the more I like you (though I am aware that you're friends with someone who does NOT like me- like at all). You seem very sweet, just thought I'd let you know.

Kisses,
Aus.

 

[miaction69]

to mr X
i shouldn't have sent those piccies
i shouldn't have asked u to cum over to my home state
you really don't do it for me anymore....i've got 2.5 weeks to
work out a way to escape my city when you arrive - oh oh oh
please don't cum anywhere near me

 

[Ahren]

Heh. You really shouldn't be shortening 'come' like that. I also don't understand why you use both you and u.

Is your shift key broken?

 

[miaction69]

Heh. You really shouldn't be shortening 'come' like that. I also don't understand why you use both you and u.

Is your shift key broken?

nopey...i'm aussie - we talk in slang

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Dear Nice People At Bioware,
Please send me Mass Effect 3. Immediately. I know you are just making me wait.
Please.
I promise not to tell anyone.
I have cats I can trade for it.
I know you like cats.
Except for Susan, and who cares about her.
In fact, you should fire Susan and hire me.
And cats.
Love,
Vail

 

[Ausus_girl13]

nopey...i'm aussie - we talk in slang

And they say americans have killed the english language.

 

[Dr_James]

To myself,

Today was a day that you knew would come. She did as you asked and made a decision. If you are honest with yourself you knew that she would make the choice she did. Now is the time to accept it. Wish her the best and say goodbye.

You are now free. Free to find yourself and find your path forward. Relish this chance. Make the most of it. Do not waste it.

Yes, the past two years were wonderful and complicated. Do not forget them. Cherish them for those moments of perfection do not come often. Take these moments and the lessons that have come with them and make yourself a better man.

Today ended this part and begins another. Paths may cross again and if so you both will be in better places and will find a new way. If they do not then you had two amazing years with her.

Do not become jaded. Do not erect more walls. They only serve to hide what she loved and what others will too.

Learn, love and live your life to the fullest. You owe yourself and you owe her that much.

 

[Ahren]

nopey...i'm aussie - we talk in slang

That doesn't make any sense nor does it have anything to do with your inability to capitalize.

 

[Ahren]

Why do you have to be a lesbian, Vail. I need someone to do a Mass Effect thread with.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Why do you have to be a lesbian, Vail. I need someone to do a Mass Effect thread with.

What happened to SciFiFanGirl?

 

[marauder13]

And they say americans have killed the english language.

Yeah, you did. We just decorated the corpse

 

[Ahren]

What happened to SciFiFanGirl?

I dunno. She's around. When she first came to the forum I mentioned it to her and it didn't seem to spark a whole lot of interest. She hasn't played the second one either.

 

[Veroe]

To Myself

The meal you just made for me was delicious. My compliments to the chef.

Why, thank me!

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Yeah, you did. We just decorated the corpse

Um no. You Aussie's destroyed english with a fervor unmatched by americans. We destroyed language out of pure laziness, y'all are just nasty to those pommies.

 

[Veroe]

We americans didn't destroy the english language and it wasn't the Aussies.
The English are the ones that broke the English language.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Dear Mister.

Don't be a dick.
Well, I suppose it's too late for that.
Stop being a dick.

Thanks.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

Dear Mother Nature,

I am a big fan of work, and I am currently enjoying the snow that you have decided to start throwing down.

But could I offer a suggestion, make it snow harder, I want to be snowed in.

Thanks

Love

Pen

 

[APassionateFlame]

Dear M,

I miss you. I miss us. Well, there wasn't ever really an 'us,' was there? It was an illusion, but it was such a pretty illusion all the same. You've been such an intricate part of my life for so many years, it feels almost foreign to move along without you being such an intricate, and intimate, part of my life these days.

I was in love with you once, a long time ago. I don't know if I ever really told you that. I was an infatuated young girl and you were handsome, and charming, and you stole my heart in a second. I remember waiting with bated breath just to talk to you in the afternoons, or chat with you at night. That letter you sent me with the pictures is still stashed in a box, tucked away safely from prying eyes. We used to talk all the time. I waited breathlessly, sometimes impatiently, just for you to call me and chatter on endlessly about you and me and all the plans that we could make together.

When we first stopped talking, I thought you were angry with me. I'd gone out and gotten myself a husband, started myself a happy little family. I wasn't that Kid you remembered from back in the day, I guess. I was worried I'd upset you and I cried quite a bit because you broke my heart. I picked up the pieces after awhile, and I put them together best as I could and I waited to see if you'd ever come back.

You did, and as expected my heart was overjoyed. But something had changed. For both of us, I think.

Somewhere along the line you went from being that boy that had completely laid claim to my heart - to being a man that was fast becoming my best friend.

We talked a lot, again. It was almost like the old days. You asked about my life, and genuinely sounded interested to hear about the Mister and the Little Men in my life. I wanted to know all about your life, and you happily obliged. Truthfully, it made me happy to hear all the details of your life. The good, the bad, the in-between. I felt like we'd really developed a friendship that was rock-solid.

You have always been a flirt. Always. It's what drew me in to begin with. It's also what convinced me that moving across the country to be with you would only break my heart - no matter how much of a handsome and charming devil you are.

Picking up the flirting where we left off was easy, and harmless. I love the Mister very much, and I made sure to let you know that at every opportunity. I was honest with you, and up front with you, and I was both honest and up front with him (because I'm just the sort of girl that can't lie to the men she loves, I guess.) So we flirted. You teased, and I teased back, and it was really good for awhile.

And then you disappeared on me again. And I'll admit it - for a minute, I was like that heartbroken young girl who didn't understand what she'd done wrong to deserve you just leaving. But only for a minute. See, I'm a big girl now. You went on to live your life and that made me really happy.

Makes me really happy. I am really happy to have a chance to 'reconnect' with you again.

You've always said that I'm fantastic at stroking your ego - so allow me to have at it a wee bit now.

You are an amazing person. A ray of sunshine in a world that is sometimes overshadowed by clouds. You remind me that I do not have to let my life become consumed by one aspect or another of my lifestyle. And you remind me that I enjoy slipping into a pretty little dress and a pair of heels and just letting loose once in awhile. You make me appreciate a man with big hands and a nice, firm tone to his voice. You like to remind me who's boss once in awhile, and I like that. ^_^ You are a fantastic writer - I can't even really begin to put into words how amazing your ability to write it. You paint the most fantastic pictures with your words, and you've got a real knack for getting me all hot and bothered with just a few, typed (or uttered) phrases.

I love the Mister. He and the Little Men in my life consume so much of my heart it's amazing there are any pieces left, really. And you understand that. And I appreciate you for it.

But I also love you. You are like the high school sweetheart I never really got to have, the man in the magazine that I can't really attain. You represent everything that I always told myself I wanted but would never really have. You make my heart skip beats, you make me smile, you can always make me laugh - and you leave me breathlessly wanting more and more of you each time you go away. It's all-consuming, this love, and it leaves me dizzy and frantic and happy.

I love you just as surely, just as truly, just as completely - as I love him.

You don't love me the same as I love you, but that's okay.

And.

You're going to break my heart again. You might not even mean to.

But I'll still love you. Because I'm hopeless. Because I'm ridiculous.

Because a small part of me will always wish that maybe one day, you'll stop breaking my heart - and start helping me put it back together again.

Yours,
Peanut

 

[marauder13]

Um no. You Aussie's destroyed english with a fervor unmatched by americans. We destroyed language out of pure laziness, y'all are just nasty to those pommies.

I disagree whole heartedly. You had a good hundred plus years head start on us. As I said, we just decorated the corpse you left us.

 

[Alana_]

Dear you with the fondness for tailgating.

Next time you drive so close to me, and actually have the balls to beep for me to move on ( crowded street), I'll stop my car entirely and let you hit my car from behind....scream about my neck and back, and I'll really screw your ass to the floor with an insurance claim that will keep you driving at a respectable distance.

The look on your face when I braked, and gave you the finger though was priceless....esp when my eldest turned around and took your picture with his phone. You weren't so brave then.

Next time....just wait little shitty punk in a little shitty car....with shitty insurance. Smile!


Me.