Dear X,

[Eilan]

Dear Cousin,

You didn't lose your financial aid because the university sucks. You lost it because you're not making satisfactory academic progress.

All you do is complain about how everyone is screwing you over. Maybe you need to grow up and stop blaming other people for your problems.

Me

 

[Mazuri]

Dear X,

I give up. You win. I won't fight for every scrap of affection you choose to dole out. I'm too tired to even try any more.

 

[CWatson]

Dear X,

Look, hon, what am I supposed to say? We made mistakes--okay, no, I made mistakes. I was eager, I was a virgin, I was untempered, I was a hypocrite. For all this I have apologized repeatedly. And yet it just keeps coming up that you feel judged. I understand that, but the problem is, that feeling has moved beyond the point where there's anything I can do about it.

There isn't a magic word or phrase I can say that will make you feel better. I have told you the truth, insofar as I know it--I'd prefer sex be kept to something special. As it turned out, jumping into bed quickly is an emotional turn-off for me. I don't know why that is. I care about you, I'm happy for the time we spent, I don't regret it at all... but we're just not right for each other.

And let me be frank: you say you feel like you missed the mark. You say you feel like someone is judging you. Maybe that person is yourself. I've been encouraging therapy because I think you have a lot of underlying problems, and that you're in denial about them. Well, we're not together anymore, so that's not my business. But that's the truth of it. If you truly accepted who you are, as you claim, my words would not hurt--you could shrug them off like rain. I'm not saying this because I like hurting you, I'm saying this because your own heart thinks I have made a valid point.

You have taken my criticism and run with it. I understand that your sexuality is a sensitive topic. I'm sorry that I said things that made you feel like a slut. I don't think you're a slut. I don't think you're a bad person. But I'm not sure saying those things to you will actually do any good. I think you think you're those things... meaning that the problem has progressed far beyond my ability to affect it.

your ex,
~me

 

[qrayze]

Dear BFF,

I wish you didn't have to move away this week. I'm really going to miss you.

 

[Denae]

Dear cough and cold,

GO THE FUCK AWAY!!



Dear Uncle (blank),

I am so sorry that your heart is hurting. I know how much you loved Aunt (blank). She loved you enough to give you the kick in the ass that you needed to stop drinking 30 years ago and that allows you to still be with us.

Take her death and the loss in your life just one day at a time. I'm glad that mom is there for you, so don't be afraid to lean on her when you are down. You were there for mom when dad died, so I know she wants to be there for you now. Sending a long distance hug your way....Love me.

 

[Aellio]

Dear X,
I know you are hurting. I know you miss me. I miss you too. Especially now. I just want to give in. But you have to prove you can be a mature 25 year old. Its not my job to take care of you. I know you have mental problems, but really... I can't deal with that. Not now. That probably sounds horrible cause I said I loved you and if I really did I would deal with them but I can't.
love , a.

Dear Car,
I'm sorry for driving badly. I'm sorry for running the heat when I got a flat tire causing you to die. I'm sorry for breaking your lugnuts. But would you stop squealing when I drive you?!
Love A.

Dear X,
Why would you sleep with me? Why would you say you would take me? Why... if you didn't mean it?
Why would you hurt me so bad? I know I did some things.. not the greatest. I apologized. I have feelings for you damn it. Nothing you say is gonna change that. I'm only trying to keep you talking to me now by agreeing to forget it. Why ... why... does it have to hurt so bad to get "rejected"? Why do I hurt so much that I tried to cut myself over you? I just want release but I can't even get that because I start imagining you or him and then I stress out all over again.
love so much A.

 

[CWatson]

Dear X,

There are so many things we didn't get around to.

I never got to bend your legs up and hammer into you. I never got to squat down between your legs and watch your muscles clench as you came. I never got to wake you up by sliding into your pussy from behind, by carefully maneuvering you so that the first thing you felt in the morning was my cock inside you. I never got to wake up to the sensation of your mouth on my hardness. We never did get round to figuring out anal sex--I loved your ass, no questions about it, but the one time I got my finger in there I interacted with, err, matter, and that kind of put a damper on things. I never got to fuck you standing up, or while sitting in a chair. I never got to figure out that from-behind position--not doggy-style (that's probably pretty natural to just about everyone), but that while you're lying down on your stomach, like missionary with you upside down, and I get on top of you and... I never got to help you use your birthday present so that you could clone my willy--which is extra sad, because I got that for you in light of the fact that I knew we'd break up eventually, and probably sooner than later. I was right, and what I lost was not only a cool hundred in cash (damned brick-and-mortar stores and their upcharges!) but the chance to leave you with the one part of me that was truly irreplaceable. I wasn't a great boyfriend... but evidently my cock was something wonderful to you. I wish you still had it, so that you could look back on what we did and think that at least you gained one useful thing out of it.

I guess these are dreams for me to share with someone else now. But that's a shame too. Because now I'll probably go back to the conservative virginal types I normally date, and when (if) I share these dreams with them, or even make them come true... they won't really appreciate them. Not like you would. For all your impetuosity, for all your unpredictability, you do have one thing down: you know how to enjoy sex. And that is worth a lot too.

I'm sorry I couldn't show you a better time. You deserved more from me.

 

[NomadLady]

Dear X,
I took down all my walls for you because you begged to be part of my life, I trusted you like no one for the last nine years. You were the first person in those nine years that heard "I love you" come from my lips. You said you wanted to spent the rest of your life with me....and over time I came to want the same thing.
Now I'm alone and still don't know what happened...I gave you a week to decide what you wanted to do...I think now I deserve some answers.

Be a man and face what you did to me....explain your decision and why you lied for all these months. You knew how fragile I was and that I didn't need this kind of heartbreak with everything else going on in my life. How could you really do this to me when you've proclaimed your love for so many months?

I'm waiting......

 

[AngelBella]

NomadLady,

I'm in the same place you seem to be at in your relationship. Just wanted to offer you /hugs.

Hope things will look up for you soon and you will get your answers.

Angelbella

 

[Eilan]

Dear Student,

Telling me that you have a medical condition that might occasionally require you to leave the classroom was more than sufficient. It really wasn't necessary for you to describe said medical condition in excruciating detail.

Eilan

 

[unregistered]

 

[unregistered]

 

[RR71]

.....

 

[ToPleaseHim]

Dear X,

I had a missed call on my cell...was it you? If so, please try again a little earlier in the day. Maybe around 3:15/3:30.

It would be nice to hear your voice.

Me

 

[unregistered]

 

[smartarse]

Dear x

I'm sorry it didn't work out. You were not what I needed. I just wanted you to know that you are not delusional so I write these words, my last to you. Have a good life.

 

[newlegz]

Dear X-
I'm sorry, I like you. I don't really know why. But I do. And when you dont call me or text me when you say you will, it makes me sad. I just really really want to spend time with you.

I'm pretty sure you like me too. I know other people think I'm too pretty for you. I know you want me. I know you think I'm awesome.

I know you don't really know what you're doing. I know Im not perfect at this either. But cant we stumble around together?

-Me

 

[unregistered]

 

[collar_corset]

Dear X.

I've figured it out, I'd rather be single on the off chance I might get the odd shag, just so I don't have to put up with relationship crap and sharing my bed.

Sorry I have to split with you in order to get this, I never wanted to hurt you

me

 

[Nasty_Deeds]

Dear X
Thank you for divorcing me, I really do appreciate it. You can't imagine how tired I was of putting up with your shit!

 

[unregistered]

 

[newlegz]

Dear X,
you are an idiot.

Me

 

[Aggressive One]

You know, you guys are all being really mean to Malcolm X

 

[aniserouge]

Dear David,
Your dad just died. It's horrendous that after the death of your first girlfriend, and the death of your childhood friend, that you should go through that. All within the last three years. I am across a chasm, unable to reach you. I still can't honestly believe that you maintained a relationship with me for a year and a half on top of everything. Now that that's over, I feel helpless in the face of the only man I've ever loved. I wish I could ease your pain. I wish I could see even a sliver of you, so I could sink in and validate you. I wish I could taste love on your lips again, between your mouth and your palms was the only place I was ever at peace. The shadow I feel in bed, nuzzling a pillow, makes me want to die.
So now I walk a knife's edge between being the support you request, and showing you the sincerity of my love.
And what do you do? You ignore me. You give me no indication of even your general state of mind. Do you fear me? Are you trying not to insult me? Do you want me in your life? How? What do you want from me? How do you feel about me? Do you love me? Are you ashamed of me?
I find myself hanging on your silence, and it makes me burn.
But I have to bury it all because the last thing you need is one more person sucking you dry. I love you, and I'm here waiting. Tell me what you need.
-anise

Dear me,
Please learn to trust. I know it's not possible, as not a single soul you trusted has ever not let you down. But there are good people in the world, people who would rather eat a live fish then break your trust, people who take responsibility, people who know that honesty is more important than ego or sex. People who know that they are worth it, and don't need to be told.
And you will never touch any one of these people if you don't give them a chance. Do this, you will never feel free in someone's arms again.
-me

 

[littlebabyclit]

Dear X,

Oh, come on, you knew this day was coming, didn't you ?

Me