Dear Someone I wish could forgive me,

I’m pretty sure you have already forgiven me. To be honest, I’m not really sure how much what I did to you hurt you. But I do know what I did was wrong. We dated and for some reason I just wasn’t feeling like it was working out. When I realized that, I went about breaking up with you the wrong way. You really truly liked me alot and that’s something I didn’t really realize until after the fact. You were one of those guys that trashed and recycled girls like it was nobodys business! And I was not one of those girls you wanted to do that to. I wish I wouldv’e been nicer to you when we broke up. Especially because you did absolutely nothing wrong! So I ask you now, Can you forgive me?

Dear person I hate most,

I honestly do not HATE anyone in this world. I feel that hate is a very strong word and has the same strength as love. However you are the person that comes to mind when that word is said. That doesn’t necessarily mean I hate you, but I do strongly dislike you. You pretty much like to cause me pain. I know you think it’s funny but honestly, I don’t laugh one bit. You’re ignorant and have no idea how much you’ve actually hurt me. If you were to actually read this, you would probably think this was a joke and that I was lying about how you make me feel. But I really do feel that you are the one that has caused me the most pain. Whether you know it or not, you are my worst enemy.

Dear Deceased Person You Wish You Could Talk To,

I didn’t even meet you until my mother found out you we’re extremely ill and dying. When I first met you, you we’re so thin and could barely speak from lung cancer. I found out so much about you through other people. You loved to paint. Just like me. We seemed to have a lot in common besides that and wish I could’ve met you when you were healthy. Now, there are days where I wonder exactly what you were like as my great grandma.

Dear Someone I Don’t Talk to as Much as I Would Like,

We used to be such great friends. Best friends actually. You lived across the street from me until 8th grade. When we reached middle school, we grew apart. We made that change that everyone talks about when you reach a certain age. We made new friends. We weren’t really part of the same “group” of people. We never did much more than a small “hey” in the hallway or occasionally hanging out when our parents wanted to get together. When you moved to Florida, even though we barely talked anymore, it almost felt like something was missing. We see each other once a year, which is nice. But after you leave, I wish we could just go back to old times when we walked across the street to each others houses. We would play baseball with our siblings, play house or whatever else we felt like, and it was always fun! I miss that and I wish we talked still. I never text you or call you or even post a “hello!” on your wall. It’s like we’re not even in each others lives anymore until it’s time for that annual visit. And that’s just not right.

Dear Someone I Wish I Could Meet,

Ever since I was little, I have been so interested in baking. Especially cakes. Earlier this year, I became pretty much obsessed with your show, Cake Boss. I know, to you, I’m just another face in the crowd, but your seriously soo cool! You’re talent with cakes is absolutely amazing and I would die (not really) for a chance to meet you, or even just come to the bakery! But honestly, you’re probably way too busy, so I’m cool with that :)

Dear Favorite Internet Friend,

What’s funny is, you hate me! And honestly, that’s what makes you my favorite! And to be honest, I think you’re fake. I think someone at my school made a profile for a random guy and made him sexy and just did it to mess around with people. But whatever! It’s cool with me! I love creeping on you on facebook, it’s just great. As you can see, I didnt put much thought or heart into this letter, because its just not necessary. Your funny Jake!

Dear Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush,

I don’t even know if this counts. Truth be known, i’ve never even been in love. I guess I’ve never gotten the chance to, but the time will come! We dated in 6th grade. I’m not even sure dated is the correct term, considering we were like 11. But you gave me my first kiss, and to me, that makes you worth writing about :) When I think about it, I can’t help but smile. It happened in a playhouse at the pool with all of our friends around us. And you can’t even lie, it was cute! But I kinda miss those days. We “dated” for almost 6 months, and I’m not gonna joke, you made me sooo happy. But nowadays, you’re part of that “popular” group. We haven’t said a word to eachother in like legit 5 years, and for some reason that’s totally fine with me. I think sometimes in life, it’s better to just leave things the way they are when you know that everyone is satisfied, and that’s what I chose to do in this situation.

Dear Stranger,

I saw you one day in a store. You were lightly playing the piano like the world around you was frozen in time and the only thing that mattered was the feeling of your fingers on the keys. The feeling I got when you looked up into my eyes was so different from any feeling I have ever felt. Love at first sight? Not exactly. It was almost as if someone had sewn your mouth shut from the inside and you were trying to tell me something with your eyes. They gave off this sense of urgency, like you were dying inside and needed help. I couldn’t do anything though. I couldn’t say a word. It was like my mouth was also sewn shut and any movement toward you was rejected. I kept walking away from you, hardly looking back. I haven’t seen you in that store again, and wonder were you’ve gone. I will never know what your eyes were trying to tell me that day. Maybe you’re fine, but I know that feeling was something. Something about you is different, but I’m not sure I’ll ever know what it is.

Dear Dreams, You confuse me like crazy. You come upon me anytime I drift anywhere near sleep. A lot of the time, you relate so close to reality and what’s happening in my life it’s scary. Sometimes I wonder: Should I follow the choice I made in my dream or do what I think is right? Yeah, your that real. Other times you’re like some Johnny Depp Alice in Wonderland Tim Burton movie that makes no sense. I could wake up in a cold sweat thinking “Thank God that was a dream!” Or sometimes I could awake smiling thinking “Dang it!” Because the dream was something so close to what I would call a perfect life. So Dreams, please help me understand. Are you trying to tell me something? Are you’re crazy twist and turns inside my head meaningful? Or are you just there to confuse me? I guess I have no way of knowing and for some reason that’s alright with me. I mean a little mystery in life can’t hurt, right?

Dear Sibling,

I wish I could say you are my best friend, but I can’t. Yet. I feel like we’re getting so much closer as we get older which I love. However, we still argue A LOT and it’s mostly my fault. I take out a lot of my anger on you and don’t deserve that at all. I think this pulls us apart. I’m getting better about controlling that anger though. And I think there are certain times where we have so much fun together, I just wish every time we’re together could be like that. I mean were siblings, so obviously we’re gonna fight. That being said, there is absolutely no doubt that I love you with all my heart and I don’t know what life would be without you. Your crazy, fun-loving and such a great person, and I can’t wait until I can say “my sister is my best-friend.” And all that needs is time.