Dear Llama in a BoxDea Llama in a Box,
You're so fantastically quirky.
I miss talking to you. Your comments always made me smile.
I can't really remember anything specific to mention here. How are you? Have I told you your are is AMAZING lately? 'Cuz it is, and I don't think I have.
Have you read Paul the Pig recently? Teehee. Paul has such awesome adventures.
Dear Ex CrushDear _______,
What the effing crap was wrong with me? For some crazy reason, some right brain reaction, I thought I saw something in you. Something tangible. Something respectable. Something... worth the pain.
I see now that you're really just a shell. A really thick shell that most people look at and assume is whole. I don't mean that you've been damaged or that you don't let people in. It's just that there's nothing there.
You're relatively popular, but past the racist, sexist jokes, everything's blank. There's this part of you where your soul, morals and goals should be, but I don't think you've ever thought it was worth your time to bother realizing your worth as a person.
A blank canvas lays inside you, and all around you are all of the beautiful colors and intricate tools you could ever need to paint a breathtaking picture. But you choose to leave that space vacant.
I guess the only thing you've got going for you is that that canvas has a permanent Sticking Charm on it more power
Dear Post Office LadyDear Post Office Lady,
You deliver our mail six days a week, almost every week of the year. That sucks. You must drive a lot.
I wonder what you think of us. Are we just another house to you? Does something catch your eye every once in a while? Do you ever worry that our annoyingly loud dogs could jump over the fence and puncture your tires?
They could, just in case you're wondering.
What were your dreams as a little girl? Is this what you wanted to do with your life, or is it a fated decision?
Do you ever wonder what life would be like if you hadn't become a mail deliverer? Maybe you wouldn't have met the man of your dreams and married him. Maybe he wouldn't have broken your heart. Maybe you wouldn't have children. Maybe they wouldn't keep you going every day.
Or perhaps you would have found the love of a lifetime. Maybe the pitter-patter of little feet would be the background music of life's joys to you.
Whatever you're looking for, I hope you find it.
Dear AliciaDear ALicia,
How's it going? I know you've got so much to tell me. You always do. I'm not sure how, but the conversation just never stops. It doesnt matter how long it's been sicne we've seen each other, we always hug and never shut up. We're a weird pair, but that makes it so much mroe fun. You're girly, into halter tops, purses and skirts I don't feel comfortable unless I'm in jeans and have some amount of black on me.
I miss the Girl Scout days! Those latrines were disgusting. But watching the loosk on the leaders' faces when they found their bras frosted over in the freezer the last morning of a campnig trip was always worth it!
Writing to you is proving harder than I expected. I'm too caught up in wondering what you have to say to concentrate properly.
Dear Aunt Liz,Dear Aunt Liz,
I'd love to talk to you more. I always heard relatives discuss you. I knew you were my mother's oldest brother's wife, but that was it. When I saw you for the first time in memory this past summer, I must admit I severely misjudged you. You were hanging over the side of the pool talking to my mother, and the minute I noticed your overly tan skin and dyed blonde hair, I rolled my eyes, thinking to myself that I couldn't believe we'd driven over 7 hours to see you.
Boy, am I glad we drove over 7 hours to see you.
You immediately took an interest in me like no one else ever had, firing a slew of questions and always offering a comforting smile. Later that night, when the adults went out for a drink, you jumped at the chance to stay behind and watch my two cousins, my brother and I. I thought you were insane.
Thank God you turned out to be actually insane. I don't think you would have survived the night otherwise. We all stayed up past 1 in the morning playing Catch Phrase a
Dear ParentsDear Parents,
I expected to want to write this letter to you, but now I realize that I don't. We've never been close. I talk to you och of lack of anyone else to talk to. Thanks for all you've done for me, but I doubt we'll ever be very emotional towards one another.
Mom-telling you stories gets boring after a while. You always take whatever I say and twist it to fit whichever life lesson you're trying to criticize me with that day. You can be a real hormonal b**** sometimes, and you expect me to apologize for it. The only thing I can say is sorry I payed attention when you taught me to talk.
Dad- I wish you'd never been in that accident. According to everyone, you used to be a completely different person before that car crashed into your motorcycle and left you in a coma on the side of the highway. The sort of person I could actually see my mother ever wanting to spend her life with. The sort of person I could actually respect. The sort of person who could be a father to me.