Dear Litster... (continued)

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Dear Gentle bird with the red breast,

There are so many of us here for you. Don’t fly.

Love,
Your pee pee pussyfooted pal
 
Dear Invisible Litster,

You're right. I know nothing. But I try.

Signed,
Closer to Samwell than Jon Snow
 
Litster,

you were the best friend I could ever ask for. you gave me six weeks of sunshine that broke through two years of cloudy rain. you taught me more about myself than any other friendship I've had. you brought me more smiles, more tears, more laughter, and more late nights than I recall ever having. you introduced me to kinks i never expected and played in ways i never could have guessed. you changed my life in the best of ways and for that i will forever be grateful.

i'm sorry our communication suffered at the end. neither of us had the time or mental energy we needed. i'm sorry I hurt you by allowing my real life struggles to impact my friendship with you. i'm sorry i was short with you. i'm sorry i was overly sensitive your silence spoke volumes to me, but i don't know if the book i read is the book you wrote. my insecurities tend to jumble the words around, adding to them meanings that might not be there, drawing connections that might not exist, or illustrating points that were not intentional.

I think every day about messaging you again but I can't bring myself to do it. i know i have virtually nothing to lose and everything to gain, but i can't bring myself to seek finality for something that is already final. i believe if you needed closure you would have sought it by now. it sucks that i am now last in a line of sucky endings for you but i hope some how you know that i never wanted it to end. i wish i could have a do-ver so that our forever friendship could last forever.

I know you'll never read this, but I want others to know how special you were to me. i want others to know to treasure whomever they have and to do their damnedest not to let anything stand in the way of a beautiful friendship.

broken hearted guy
 
Dear broken hearted guy lister

Just do it! Forget about coming back here as someone else, be who you are! Message her, you said it yourself, nothing to lose

Don't let chances past lister
 
Litster,

you were the best friend I could ever ask for. you gave me six weeks of sunshine that broke through two years of cloudy rain. you taught me more about myself than any other friendship I've had. you brought me more smiles, more tears, more laughter, and more late nights than I recall ever having. you introduced me to kinks i never expected and played in ways i never could have guessed. you changed my life in the best of ways and for that i will forever be grateful.

i'm sorry our communication suffered at the end. neither of us had the time or mental energy we needed. i'm sorry I hurt you by allowing my real life struggles to impact my friendship with you. i'm sorry i was short with you. i'm sorry i was overly sensitive your silence spoke volumes to me, but i don't know if the book i read is the book you wrote. my insecurities tend to jumble the words around, adding to them meanings that might not be there, drawing connections that might not exist, or illustrating points that were not intentional.

I think every day about messaging you again but I can't bring myself to do it. i know i have virtually nothing to lose and everything to gain, but i can't bring myself to seek finality for something that is already final. i believe if you needed closure you would have sought it by now. it sucks that i am now last in a line of sucky endings for you but i hope some how you know that i never wanted it to end. i wish i could have a do-ver so that our forever friendship could last forever.

I know you'll never read this, but I want others to know how special you were to me. i want others to know to treasure whomever they have and to do their damnedest not to let anything stand in the way of a beautiful friendship.

broken hearted guy

I completely relate to this. I think we are all broken in a way, but it’s how we go forward with it that matters. With my litster, just knowing someone who made me happy kept me strong enough to handle the s*** I go through in my life. I wanted to be here for him, and support him through his hard times, and show him that there was someone who accepted and cared for him. I trusted more than I have in my entire life, and it’s the also the reason I won’t be doing that again.

I guess connecting works out for some people, but every single connection requires openness, understanding and give and take.

But it’s 1:33am and I’m drunk, so maybe I’m talking nonsense
 
Dear broken hearted guy lister

Just do it! Forget about coming back here as someone else, be who you are! Message her, you said it yourself, nothing to lose

Don't let chances past lister

back as someone else? something was lost in translation there. at this point i have no intention and if i did i would keep the same name so any of my friends could find me.
 
Dear Undecided Litster,

I can be whatever you want. I can't decide that for you. Are we friends? Lovers? Playmates? Friends with benefits, even? I think you know what you want but you're trying to be noble. I admire you for that and appreciate it. But it isn't necessary, I promise. I'm here and always will be. Just like you asked. But today...today I looked down again. I felt put in my place. It was totally unexpected. If I know what we are then I'll know what to expect. Just let me be here.

Yours,
Chameleon Litster
 
Dear You,

I like you, but leave her alone. She has enough on her plate.

Momme
 
i feel like i should thank a lot of people tonight

dear best homepage on lit,

your words are always kind, both to stranger and friend. I appreciate how much you care for this stranger enough to reach out with advice.

lover of bacon and troll-bbq watcher
 
Dear shaper of young minds Litster.

Thank you for letting me share a part of myself with you in my very closed-off way. I’ll never be an open book but I hope the pages which aren’t glued shut are still worth reading.

Signed, if the city of Troy were a woman Litster.
 
Dear wild winds Litster,

Rain on me,
For I have been longing to be free.
Lost in my world, needlessly.

Rain on me,
For I am too tired and I need sleep.
This world is a herd and I cannot be its sheep.

Rain on me,
And show me the way.
This place is empty and I cannot stay.

Rain on me,
It has been too long.
I am sick and tired of pretending to be strong.

Rain on me,
I want to see the lightning pierce the sky.
As the thunder roars and the clouds fly.

Rain on me,
Let the winds take my mind to another land.
No one needs to know and no one needs to understand.

- Tanay Sengupta

Signed, the moon to your sun Litster.
 
Dear everyone,

I was so drunk last night, I hope I didn’t say anything too stupid!

I don’t mean to piss people off, just feeling really crappy and alone right now.
 
Dear everyone,

I was so drunk last night, I hope I didn’t say anything too stupid!

I don’t mean to piss people off, just feeling really crappy and alone right now.

Dear party girl,
You are more than likable.
Love,
Fellow party girl
 
Dear Tenth-City Litster,

Sharing the pain of nine-minute kids’ shows and unconsumed eggs. It gets better once they learn the remote.

Yours,

$313/week Litster.
 
Dear everyone,

I was so drunk last night, I hope I didn’t say anything too stupid!

I don’t mean to piss people off, just feeling really crappy and alone right now.
Dear previously liquored up Litster,

Don't worry you were good. I was impressed tho by how you were able to type slur your words. That was hot! :D

Hope you're feeling better today.

No one needs be alone Litster
 
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