Letters

[MercyMia]

Dear Headache Fairy,

Someone told me you are the CEO of Advil and you give out these brain throbbers to up the prices of your stock. I don't want to be cynical so I choose to believe something else.

Maybe you're the pain transformer who makes other more permanent forms of pain into temporary ones. Maybe you channel bad luck into headaches that last only a couple of days instead of forever.

If that is true, please give me a sign so that I can put up with this pounding between my ears, behind my eyes.

You've heard this litany before--it hurts when I look, light stabs the back of my brain. Give me something to believe in, to take away the pain.

Humbly,
Mia

 

[BgMma]

Thinking of you, love,

I have this connection with you. We have talked about how wild it is and I will always feel that that accurately desciribes it.
To be able to talk with you anytime mean so much and I am glad you are receptive when I do.
Somehow I have built trust in you and that is an amazing thing. You know it's powerful, you have said so, but it's more than that. We started off just friendly and we are a bit more now. Not lovers or anything like that, but close. You have such intimate knowledge of me which to me, almost makes you a true lover. The only thing I am missing is your touch.
We have talked of love, what it means to us as individuals. You know that it is so hard for me since my view is so askew, but I have found it. Even if it is unrequited and platonic. And don't give me that look. I accept that you care for me, but you don't love me. The love you have for me is simple, uncomplicated and there. I am not your love, which is sad for my own reasons, you know them. But, I am glad that you do love and that you have a love. Someone like you shouldn't be without. You are too good to be alone.
I know that some of my words hurt you because you cannot express them in return. For that, I will apologise. I have no desire to hurt you, but I have this need to make my feelings known. I am not shy in telling you that I love you. That's very true, I do love you.
You smile when I tell you because it is flattering. You don't say it back to me. I am glad for that, as well. It would mean shit to me if you said you loved me and you didn't. I am grateful that you can be honest with me. It does seem like I am hanging on this, so I will move on.
To know that you can be my friend means so much to me. I don't know if you realise completely how hard it is to have male friends who eventually expect you to fuck them, even if they are married.
Dont get upset over that, though I know you will. It is part of who I am, part of me is my pain. It is the innocent in you who wants to run to me and carry me off to safety for my own good. (Though you couldn't pick me up if you tried. sorry, baby, but it is true. ) You know I would let you come to me to take me away. If I never laid a hand on you or vice versa, we could live very well in each other's presence. I find that very attractive, indeed.
You said something to me once that I thought was very sweet. Do you remember? In a different time or a different plane, should we have met, we would have went well together. I smile when I think about that. That means a lot to me and I really hope you do mean it.
Which brings me close to the end. I am so very jealous of her, love. She is so sweet, which you have told me many times. I am happy for you in that respect because you deserve to be treated well. I am upset because I know that she has you. I wouldn't dream of making it difficult for you because I want you happy. She deserves it as well. She deserves you.
Honestly, darling, if every one who wanted a good man had someone like you, I think this would be a totally different world. Should 90% of the men I know become even one quarter of the man you are, it would be an improvement. And stop blushing, dammit. It is true, whether you want to believe it or not.
So, sometimes I think about how lucky she is to have you. How lucky you are that she loves you back.
Sometimes I think of how lucky I am to know you. I am truly blessed.
I am glad that no one really knows this, but I am sure they will now should they read this. I cry. I actually cry.
I think of how I feel about you and I cry. In a way, I am happy.
I think of you feel about me and I cry. We have talked about that once. It's no matter, I have dealt with it.
Don't think for one minute that you have done anything wrong for me to write this. You have done all the right things. You put a foot down when I went too far. You have been upfront and honest to me in all ways, even if it hurt. You have shared with me your passion and your wit. I am grateful for ever last second of it.
Before I go, I want you to know that you do mean a lot to me. Thi letter could be so much longer, but I know that is better left for eye to eye. Somethings are better told and heard while in a simple embrace.
I love you. For everything that you are.

 

[MercyMia]

Dear Sister,

Thank you for calling me on your day off. I've taken you for granted these past couple of years. I'm sorry. I'll pay more attention because I want to and you reminded me why.

M.

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

Mo nighean donn,

It's just after 9pm here. As I sit here on the terrace in my new-old chair, feet up on the rail. I say terrace, because it sounds more romantic then balcony. The sun is past setting. In my sky the clouds are drifting by, in shades of the darkest blues. A hint of pink to my west. Somewhere, its' the Golden Hour. There's a smokey haze resting along the Olympics, yet I can still make out the peaks and valleys. To my right, I know your moon is rising to meet my night sky, cloaked in its shameless shades. And I find myself -- perfectly content. You've altered my world. I'm in a place, I haven't visited often. I think I'd like to live here -- if you'll have me.

Mo Chride,

Me

 

[lobito]

Dear Brain,

I'm hungry down here! How's about a Grilled Cheese or sumthin'?

Signed,
The Stomach

 

[StrawberryPez]

Dear Allergy Season,

PLEASE GO AWAY!!!!!! I'd like to be able to touch my nose without crying. I'd also like to be able to hear out of my right ear. I'm usually pretty patient, but Thursday is a big day for me and I'd like to feel fine, instead of icky.

Thank You,

Pezzie

 

[Le Jacquelope]

Dear Mr. Movie Director,

I am a long time movie-goer, and I enjoy many of them. However, I would appreciate if you and your fellow movie-makers would do one favor for me. Could you please stop casting Keanu Reeves in movies that ask him to be something other than Bill or Ted? His acting skills are minimal and it makes me puke to watch him on screen.

Thank You,
Emoodie

Dear Mr. Movie Director,

Thank you SO MUCH for keeping Keanu Reeve's mouth shut for most of his scenes.

 

[amelia]

Dear me:

Get off the computer and make yourself a PBnJ. you'll feel better.

Pornizing all food,

Amelia

 

[Liontamr]

Dear mother nature,

Thank you for the hot days that cause women to wear those fun little (and I do mean little) tank tops that show just the right amount of cleavage along with the short shorts.

I may curse a thousand times that "it's damn hot today" but seeing fabric work as hard as it does to keep some of those women held in check makes it all worth while!

Signed,
LT

 

[BgMma]

To You

Everyday I tell myself that you aren't like the others. I have to, or I begin to doubt me, you, everything. Don't let it upset you too much because you know how I am. I am trying, love, I really am.
Yesterday was a bit difficult because I am not used to you joking with me like that, so I got confused. I was hurt just a little. When I went to bed last night I thought of you and wondered why you would do that, but I had remind myself that you are not constant, just like myself, and you are allowed to be silly and sneaky. I am being silly, I know.
I am grateful that you did that, though. It reminded me that I am not perfect, you are not perfect. Reminded me that we are just people who can only be ourselves and nothing more. I am not angry, not at all, just a little confused, like I said.
I know I am rambling, I am sorry. There are so many things I want to say to you. It's early and in a few days I have to deal with the pain that is eating at me. I think that is why I am feeling so unusual.
Be patient with me.
Before I go, I want you to know that I will have to talk to you more about this. I just don't know what to think today. *sigh*
I miss you. I love you.

 

[islandman]

Dear Grampa Haigney,

I remember being 13/14 year-old, visiting my mum in your office. I always loved coming there, the rich smells of dark leather, the dark-wood desks, the feel of a well-oiled machine that starkly contrasted my life at that time. You always treated me well, always had a kind word to spare, always an encouragement and a piece of candy at the ready.

I wish now, that I could have then realized what you were doing with those kind gestures. I wish that I had been older, more mature, better able to appreciate that kindness, as I’ve come to understand them now. 91 years on this planet, you've seen so much, gone through so much. Today, as I struggle to find meaning in my life and my future, I desperately wish I could go back in time, to the days when you would sit me in your office, in the big chair reserved for clients, and talk to me about school, about life and about leading an honourable life. Most of all, I miss that father figure you projected, the guidance you gave freely, knowing all along that they were what I was missing.

Your passing marks the closing of a chapter in my life filled with pain and anger. At the same time, it also reminds me that we were lucky to have people like you and Jerry around, to provide support and to be our extended family.

I am sorry that I never took it upon myself to thank you for what you did for us, for me. Too little, too late, but perhaps these words will reach you somehow. If nothing else, I wish you the peace that you deserve.


~S

 

[k¡tty]

Dear you,

I've tried to hate you. But I simply cannot do it. Out of everyone in my life.. you've hurt me the most. I opened myself in ways to you that I've never done before.. and I wonder if I'm likely to ever again.

After hearing from you last week, I had hoped for some closure, and I guess in a strange way that's what I got. Not quite in the guise that I had hoped for.. bta we rarely get what we want in life, do we?

I read over your letter today and it struck me that the things I had said to you 5 months ago, 7 months ago, 9 months ago ... you repeated back to me in that letter. I wonder if you realize that or not. Or if you believe those were original thoughts that you were conveying to me. The impossiblity of us was recognized a long time ago by me, and I guess you finally reached the same conclusion. Shame you had to do it the way that you finally did. I would never have considered you a coward in the past years that I've known you.. but that's exactly how you acted.

You ran from me and from the feelings you have, instead of facing them dead on and telling me that you'd reached those same conclusions. You know me well enough to know that while it would be hard, I would have accepted them.

I write this to you with tears slowly rolling down my cheeks, knowing that you will see it. I realized that you have kept track of me all this while.. and this is how you've done so. You've known every lil bad and good thing that's gone on in my life all these months.. and I never had a clue that you did. I'm angry at the injustice of it. Because you've denied me the same. I didn't know about your mother, or about M. You knew that I'd want to know about his passing.. how much I loved him myself. Yet you witheld that.

You managed to cut yourself off from people who love you. Who respect you. Your reasoning is that it was for the best. But who's best? Not mine. I guess all I'm trying to say is.. don't attempt to say that you did it for me. Admit that it was for yourself. Don't place it where it shouldn't be placed. You couldn't deal with how our relationship evolved.. what it has evolved into. I didn't like it either.. but there wasn't any choice. You're someone elses someone.. and no matter how much we each wanted it differently.. that's how it's always going to be.

I know it's difficult for you to think of me with someone else. But I also know that you love me so much that you want me to be happy. This was what I tried to explain to you last summer. That eventually I would start dating.. and how sad that was. That the man who loves me, whom I love as much in return, wouldn't be the person that I would end up with. I knew that it would eat at you.. just as it ate at me, you being with another. I knew that you wouldn't be able to deal with that... because I had a hard time with the same experience.

There is someone that I've met that is good to me. Who makes me smile and laugh. I feel at ease with him.. and I'm glad that the past 3 years I'd built up a friendship only with him before anything happened. Who knows where it will lead.. I'm just enjoying where it is now.

I'd like to think that you'd approve.. but I don't know. It seems that I often remember what you said to me once, not all that long ago.. "No one will ever love you the way that I love you". While that is a nice thought.. it's really a sad one. To think that I'll go the rest of my life not having a love like what you and I had. To think that no one would ever love me as strongly, without reservation.. hesitation and as honestly, as you. I hope that you're wrong about that baby.

So when you close your eyes at night, as your thoughts drift .. and if they settle on me briefly, before sleep claims you.. remember the love that I had/have for you. Remember the friendship we had and know that I still think of you often and know what an honor it was to have had you grace my life with the piece of you that you gave to me.

Always..

me

 

[BgMma]

My love,

Do you know how much you mean to me? You find it hard to believe that I feel so much about you, but I do.
Every night I think of you in my arms. Don't worry, baby. I will be there eventually.
I love you.

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

Dear Old Friend,

How does it feel to know your boyfriend won't willingly give me a divorce?

How does it feel when you tell him your feelings and he pretends to not hear you?

How you must feel, everytime he is late. When the phone rings in the late of night.

I've been there babe. Been in your shoes before.

People don't change.

You can have my leftovers. I don't want your boyfriend. But don't try to replace me in other areas of my life.

Always,

The Hook

 

[breakwall]

Dear God.

I really like the penis. It works well and has given me hours of entertainment.

your bud.

~Breakwall.

 

[Eumenides]

Dear Breakwall,

As it has me. Thanks for the quality porn.

Your Diety,
God

 

[amelia]

Dearest St. Pete:

I want to think you for introducing me to the doodle board. I love it. My family and boss are beginning to complain because i love doodle more than i love them. you know what i say to them? to bad..so sad! that's right..in your face family and boss..you suck! *neener-neener*

Thanks for broadening my horizons.

your friend and fellow doodle fiend,
Amelia

 

[amelia]

Dear Barry Sagittarius:

you're the coolest. thank you so much for the awesome shirt. i love it. we should totally be twinkies and wear them while we are together. that would totally rock!

hugs,
Amelia

 

[Saint Peter]

Dear Amelia,

Quit doodling pics of aliens with smiling penises and get back to work. Who taught you that stuff?

Sincerly,
Amelia's Boss

 

[amelia]

Dear Boss:

I can't blame St. Pete. He only knows how to draw women with huge breasts..and oh wait..i think he did teach me how to draw the peniseses.

you should totally blame him!

With Malcontent,
Amelia

 

[Saint Peter]

Dear SaintPeter,

Stay away from Amelia or we will send the mob to cut off you oversized genitalia. And we mean it.

Hugs and Kisses,
Amelia's Boss

 

[amelia]

Dear Boss:

Who said "oversized"? i know i didn't.

Curious,
Amelia

 

[Eumenides]

Dear one who I haven't seen all weekend,

Could you like, let me know you're all right?

Thanks,
Me

 

[Saint Peter]

Dearest Amelia,

In your memo dated 6.05.03 you stated, "My GOD look at the abnormally large organ on that SaintPeter guy." We encourage you to read the company manual page 55145521, paragraph 14 about the right to go thru your emails and video monitoring of the restrooms.

P.S. Your organs are looking mighty fine as well.

Painfully Yours,

The Boss

 

[lobito]

Dear Rocky,

I'm gonna stay away because of Sunday, at least a little bit. Apparently things aren't good with us right now. All I know is I was truthful, and it doesn't matter what I say anymore. Just that once again, it was taken wrong.

You'll probably not come acoss this on your own, but if you see it, you had better know that I'm not the bad person.

Regretful that I had to write this,
Bullwinkle