Open Letter #1 (Comments screened)
To a dear friend,
I hope that I am still justified in calling you that, although it's been ages since you and I have spoken or even interacted in any way. I still miss you and think of you often, and I hope you're doing well. You certainly deserve nothing but good things.
I hope, too, that I'm not out of line in writing this, even here in my journal, which I don't even know if you read anymore. I know I rarely update it, and when I do, it's usually some moody piece of bad news that I wouldn't fault anyone with not reading. I often worry that you've long since grown tired of me and my rambling sort of affection. I don't ever mean to seem like a nagging parent, although I'm sure that at times I certainly sound like one, or worse. It's only because I love you and want the best for you. You're a sweet, smart, wonderful person who has so much to offer the world. I hope you reach that potential and that you find a life and a calling that make you as happy as you deserve.
I rarely even try to contact you now, for fear of being overbearing. I see and hear that you talk with others of our mutual acquaintance, and I assume that you avoid me by choice. If I've ever done anything to upset, offend, or alienate you, I'm very sorry. Please believe that. I only ever wanted to be a true, supportive friend to you; I want that still, if you'll have anything to do with me.
If you do end up reading this and recognizing that it's directed toward you, please comment. If you don't want anything more to do with me, just tell me and I'll never bother you again. Otherwise, please give me some sign that you do still want to be my friend, too.
Oceans of Love,
Sam
I hope that I am still justified in calling you that, although it's been ages since you and I have spoken or even interacted in any way. I still miss you and think of you often, and I hope you're doing well. You certainly deserve nothing but good things.
I hope, too, that I'm not out of line in writing this, even here in my journal, which I don't even know if you read anymore. I know I rarely update it, and when I do, it's usually some moody piece of bad news that I wouldn't fault anyone with not reading. I often worry that you've long since grown tired of me and my rambling sort of affection. I don't ever mean to seem like a nagging parent, although I'm sure that at times I certainly sound like one, or worse. It's only because I love you and want the best for you. You're a sweet, smart, wonderful person who has so much to offer the world. I hope you reach that potential and that you find a life and a calling that make you as happy as you deserve.
I rarely even try to contact you now, for fear of being overbearing. I see and hear that you talk with others of our mutual acquaintance, and I assume that you avoid me by choice. If I've ever done anything to upset, offend, or alienate you, I'm very sorry. Please believe that. I only ever wanted to be a true, supportive friend to you; I want that still, if you'll have anything to do with me.
If you do end up reading this and recognizing that it's directed toward you, please comment. If you don't want anything more to do with me, just tell me and I'll never bother you again. Otherwise, please give me some sign that you do still want to be my friend, too.
Oceans of Love,
Sam
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