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Dear Mistress,

I know you don't understand me sometimes. I know I'm difficult and confusing and probably more trouble than I'm worth.

But thank you for trying to understand, even if it doesn't make any sense to you. I really appreciate it. It's not so much what you do as the fact that you've thought about me enough to give your ideas a try. I :heart: you always.

Love,
Your Devoted And Complicated Slave-Girl
 
Dear X,

I CANNOT believe that you trolled that particular thread. Apparently, your asshattery knows no bounds. Give us a break already, for chrissakes.

Or, as Syd says, go suck a dick!
 
Dear X:

I just dont get it. I dont get why you listen to these people over me. Why you think they arent lying and you sit there and question me. Why would I lie to you? I have no reason to. I love you more than anything in the entire world, and the only thing I want to do with you is stand by you. Ive done so so so much for you. Drive you place, do nice things for you, buy you things when I dont even have the money to get things I NEED. I didnt buy myself a mouse I bought you toys instead. I didnt buy myself the sims because I knew we'd be buying dinner and such. I just dont get it.

You treat me so terribly sometimes that I dont know why Im with you but it would break my heart to leave you.
 
Dear x,


For when you read this......because I know you will.

I try my best and some yanno.
 
Dear X,

I'm so scared about the conversation we will have this weekend. I keep thinking maybe I'm getting in over my head. The funny thing is that logically I know that I'm just taking a step the vast majority of people took in jr. high or high school. I'm scared. There's so much that I can't even put it all to words. I guess part of the reason I'm so scared is that I feel like it's only what I want. I really don't know how to read things and really try not to since I'm usually wrong. The silly questions I ask aren't really silly. I honestly don't know the answer to them. I feel so stupid for having to ask them because I know they really don't go along with everything else I do know. I know I'm not stupid. It's just that it's so obvious to even me that I'm asking something that I should already know.
 
Dear dude,

I miss our friendship. We had so much fun growing up. And we are only 35 miles apart. If you have a vehicle my boat will fit into I want to float down the river and fish. Park one at the covered bridge.
 
Dear X,

I don't know what more to tell you. I've laid bare my soul to you and I still don't know what you're thinking. It's scared me to tell you so much but what is there to lose? Your mind is just a puzzle to me. I'm so confused about so many things. I want more. That is no secret. I just don't know how to read what you're telling me. Actions make me think that you may want more but words point to only friendship. It's definitely confusing the hell out of me.



Dear X,

I messed up and started pestering you again. I won't make that mistake again.
 
Dear X,

I don't know what more to tell you. I've laid bare my soul to you and I still don't know what you're thinking. It's scared me to tell you so much but what is there to lose? Your mind is just a puzzle to me. I'm so confused about so many things. I want more. That is no secret. I just don't know how to read what you're telling me. Actions make me think that you may want more but words point to only friendship. It's definitely confusing the hell out of me.



Dear X,

I messed up and started pestering you again. I won't make that mistake again.


Sounds like you and I have a parallel going on here. :heart:

Pm box open if you need to vent dear, you know that :)
 
it's amazing the regrets that haunt sleepless nights...

Dear stranger sitting across the ICU waiting room,

You were an island of quiet amidst the chaos and noise of your gathering family, and so I zeroed in on you when my mother's agitation drove me to "say something to those people." In my distress for my family, I failed to realize that you were the focus of that gathering. I am so sorry that I intruded on your grief. I sincerely apologize for my part in the nightmare of that day. I should have apologized when I saw you again the next day, but I was ashamed to face you. I'm so sorry.
 
Dear X,

I think I'm starting to understand things a little better now. It makes me sad because I thought for once things would be different, but I don't think they will. I've communicated everything now. I kinda feel a little foolish.
 
Dear X,

I think I'm starting to understand things a little better now. It makes me sad because I thought for once things would be different, but I don't think they will. I've communicated everything now. I kinda feel a little foolish.

It is never foolish to communicate honestly and openly. At times thou the receiving end is not ready to listen.

:rose:
 
It is never foolish to communicate honestly and openly. At times thou the receiving end is not ready to listen.

:rose:

It's not really that I feel foolish about communicating. I'm very glad that I've been able to do that. I feel foolish more because I have been so confused and now I'm not sure exactly what to do.
 
Dear X,

It ended so easily. You agreed with everything except limiting contact and I don't think I can handle much contact right now. If you had been more clear about things, it wouldn't hurt so much right now.
 
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Dear X,

You said you didn't want to hurt me. It's too late for that. Please don't call me hun. It just makes it worse.
 
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Dear X,

I miss you so much.. :(

As much as I am not fun today, I would so LOVE have you here! Think your the only one who could make me smile. I love you! Cannot wait till October!!! :heart:

~pet :kiss:
 
Zen Life

what a wonderful idea of yours for us to meditate and take a walking meditation on the beach so early this morning. my italian web meeting went smoothly.
:kiss:
 
Dear Daddy,
Two years in heaven for you today and my heart still falls to pieces when I think about how much I miss you.
Love,
Me
 
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