Philotic Web

Dear You,

First you must control your fear. Then you will use your anger.
You will learn the power of the Dark Side.

-Your new Sith Master

Thank you, friendly breakfasting couple, who invited me into your garden to pick elderberries, climbed up on the wall and tossed them down to me, and told me to come back any time and let myself in to get more. May your patio ever be free of purple squished-berry stains!

Dear You,

I know this will never happen, so I should stop passively hoping for it, but I'd really like it if you could move to Chicago or the Chicago suburbs because you are more or less what I want in a BFF.

Love,
Me

Dear You,

Sorry I completely disappeared when you needed me to do something for you. I hope you'll forgive me. It's been an interesting two years.

-me

Dear you
If I was only brave enough to see past my literally ridiculous phobia
There could have been something more

Dear Person Boucing a Basketball in the Parking Lot at 11:30 at Night,

I know it's the weekend and I'm a loser for trying to sleep this early, but is that really necessary?


Love,
Me

Dear You,

I'm not sure if what I'm feeling over this is anger, sadness or...well, relief. A touch of confusion, to be sure, but honestly, when I stop and think about it, I think I'm mostly relieved. Just like I was that one time, where at first I was devastated but then felt disappointed when the quiet came to an end. Like I was being sucked back into something poisonous and didn't have the courage to just say no, because that might hurt your feelings and I cared enough to not want to do that.

But, let's face it. Whatever it was that worked for us was not a forever sort of thing. It was in that moment and in that moment, when things were good, they were great and when things were bad, they were, well, toxic. We're both better off now so do me a favor and don't reach across the silence. I'll never be so lonely that I need that kind of friendship.

Sincerely,
Me

Dear You,

I'm truly, truly sorry it can't be different. I tried my hardest to help you change. But you can't. And we can't live like this.

Still, I love you and i'm sorry.

Me

*hugs for both of you*

Dear you,

Wow is all I have to say.

See ya.

Dear you,

I think about calling you nearly every day before I remember that I can't. I miss you so much already. Please know that I'm thinking of you always. And come back soon.

love,
nom

Dear You,

I think I've been misleadingly quiet about your return; I'm glad you're back. I'm just nervous to say anything because I still feel rather like a f***-up and it's ever so much easier to just work around it.

Sincerely,
Me

Dear You,

I got the pony, thank you so so much! The drawing on the envelope is adorable!

<3

Dear You,

Please, baby, go the f*** to sleep.

Mommy

Dear You,

I am so sorry for the emotional roller coaster I've been on--and have brought you with me on. Ironically, you don't like roller coasters anyway, but I know you aren't enjoying this. We really grew apart this summer while I was gone and I lost a lot of the trust and comfort I had in/with you. Since we were able to be with each other again in the same place things have gotten much better from the low we were at this summer, but once I get a thought in my head it's very hard for me to get it out. It's why it took me so long to have the confidence and self esteem that I had when you met me. This summer I felt replaced and betrayed by you and now I over-analyze every little thing you do so that it fits that picture that I created. I don't do it intentionally. It just happens. It doesn't help that your work schedule and my school/work/extra-curricular schedules don't align. I miss the trusting relationship we had and I promise I am working on not jumping to conclusions and making assumptions about the intent behind all of your actions--I just need time to show you the results.. I love you so much and I know you'll stick with me through this. I just hope that I can shake those remaining thoughts and ASAP so we can move on together.

Kelsey

Dear You:

Alone for a while I've been searching through the dark,
For traces of the love you left inside my lonely heart

Our paths they did cross, though I cannot say just why
We met, we laughed, we held on fast, and then we said goodbye

In your dearest memories,
Do you remember loving me?
Was it fate that
Brought us close and now leaves me behind?

Dear You,

I swear I'm responding. I've just started a third page, even. I'm just writing really slowly.

World's worst pen pal,
Me

Dear You,

Happy one year. Wish you were here.



Love,
Me

Dear You,

Happy one year. Wish you were here.



Love,
Me

Awwwww.

:)

Dear You,

I'm very sorry to have to inform you, my belly button is not a third nipple.

Love,

Mommy

Dear You,

You seem like a nice enough guy. But speaking purely from a professional stand point, you suck. There is no other way to put it. I don't believe that you are good at any element of your job.

Sincerely,

Your sudo-manager

Dear you,

If a phone call would suffice, give me a ring.

your friend who is not face-to-face

(This has nothing to do with sex, the boy or any other obvious thing)

Dear You,

The lesson here is, it's better to make do with nothing than to get something that is unsatisfying.

Me

Dear You,

I didn't want to see you this weekend, anyway. It's not like I've been trying to make that happen for, I dunno, 9 years now...

Frustratingly,
Me

Dear World,

Atty is NOT BALD. He has fine, fuzzy, light brown hair growing all over his head! His scalp line is a widow's peak, like mine. I know this because he HAS HAIR.

Protective Mommy

I was near-bald until I was around 18 months. My mom would tape bows onto my head so I would look more like a girl.

(unrelated to anything in this thread...)

Dear You,

Your comment was unbelievably tacky and selfish. Just FYI.

Me

Dear person arguing with me on Twitter,

If you honestly don't see why the fable of the prostitute in the gang - rape refrigerator and her magical poisonous vagina is anti-feminist, I just don't know what I can say to convince you.

Me

Dear person arguing with me on Twitter,

If you honestly don't see why the fable of the prostitute in the gang - rape refrigerator and her magical poisonous vagina is anti-feminist, I just don't know what I can say to convince you.

Me

Talking about Firefly, are we?

Dear You,

I never thought I'd say this, but I'm now kind of glad Fox shut it down.

Firefly fan

Dear General Error,

I'm not certain why you decided to march against the tides of P-Web early Saturday morning, but your relentless onslaught has forced us to cave.

Have you way with our server.

I dare you.

Sincerely,
Major Mich, speaking for all of P-Web

Mich

Dear General Error,

I'm not certain why you decided to march against the tides of P-Web early Saturday morning, but your relentless onslaught has forced us to cave.

Have you way with our server.

I dare you.

Sincerely,
Major Mich, speaking for all of P-Web

Can't help but to remember that episode of How I Met Your Mother, where the ... ugh... well the main dude and the main dudette have this private joke among themselves when someone says something like "general knowledge" they salute.

Dear You,

Pick me pick me pick me pick me PICK ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!

Freecycler

Dear You,

I love you dearly but next time you buy us passes to something, try to remember that you already agreed to go with me to something else taking place at the exact same time and my tickets are much more expensive, non-refundable and were purchased, months ago, for the time of your choosing. Now I am frustrated that I have to miss one or the other.

Love,
noob