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Dear you, who has been questioning me lately:
Assuming that you’re talking about me, because it feels like you are: Here’s my letter to you, of things I realized as I was writing, and things I felt while writing:
I don’t know what it is that you’re looking for.
And to be honest, I don’t think I have the answers.
I don’t stop myself from telling you, it’s not something that I can control. It happens with everyone. I can’t not stop. It’s something that began with an impulse, and is now a reflex. Please stop thinking that it’s some bad vibe, because I’m not doing this to hurt you. I never would. I just didn’t think you’d doubt me so much.
I never thought that we were heading into some kind of dilemma. It just seemed like you and I had an understanding of each other. That we weren’t going to pry into each other’s life unless need be. That we’d be there for each other, regardless of knowing each other’s past.
I don’t treat you like you don’t know, nor do I act like you don’t notice. Because if you haven’t noticed, I’m quite oblivious to these things. I don’t have your vision, I don’t see far enough into people, and I don’t notice them enough to analyze anything. To be honest, I don’t pretend around you. I wish you could see that.
I have no idea what problems we have. I have no idea what we’re trying to face together. And to be honest, I think you’re hiding more than you know. And I’m going to tell the truth, I’m not that bright. If I have no idea what’s going on, there’s nothing to be solved.
And I’m not trying to hide anything from you. There is no Try. I do it instinctively. I don’t know how to express to you that I can’t help but shield myself from others. It’s like your suppressed reactions. There’s no helping it.
And I understand that we dont need to have these many problems. But I want to make it clear that they aren’t problems until they are made into one.
I do know that I don’t know you well. I do also know that you have reasons for doing or saying what you do. I’m not accusing you of anything. And I wish you’d stop pinpointing that at me like I’m targeting you. I’m not out to get you. I’m not turning people against you. I was just making a comment that you took the wrong way. I understand that you’re disturbed by this. But perhaps you shouldn’t take it so strongly. Because I didn’t mean any harm by it.
Perhaps you feel wronged by it, and for that, I’m sorry. I didn’t know that just by saying something because I wanted to get it out, would have so many repercussions. I’ll keep that to myself next time.
And yes, I don’t know what you’ve been through. I have no idea what has happened in your past, and is currently happening, or what will happen. I have no idea. I agree with that.
But everyone has a past. You say that I should stop with these false accusations, but can I ask you to please stop with these doubts? I’m not trying to start a fight with you. I’m not trying to do ANYTHING at all. Saying things I think about is what I do. If it bothers you, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.
But I’m not making things harder for us. Yes, you came in later than everyone else. I’ve only known you for less than 2 years. There are things you won’t know as much as everyone else. I’m sorry, but you should know by now that I’m not one who speaks about them.
To be honest, all this just makes me sad. I feel so wronged by the fact that you’re doubting everything I say and do.
This is who I am. I don’t know if you can take it or not, but this is me. Either you can accept me, or you can’t. I can’t take it when you put me on the spot and ask me vague questions that I’m not sure how to answer. I know that we have problems, and I know that you don’t trust me as much as you used to. I know that you’re trying to fix things, but it’s causing an even bigger mess because, just before you only used to question me. Now you’re doubting what I do and say.
I know you ask me vague questions to see what and how I respond. Please stop that. I hate those types of questions the most. Because it feels like you’re testing me, and it makes me wish that you believed in me more. Because when people test others, it’s a sign of mistrust. I wish we didn’t have that, but I guess I kind of deserved that.
The more you try to dig in me, the more I will reluctantly retreat. Maybe you have noticed this by now, but it takes me a while to open up to others. I can’t do it on demand. The more you demand, the more I will want to just back away.
I know you’re not trying to be harsh, but the more you talk about our friendship and how you can just walk away from it, the more sad it makes me. But what makes me more sad is how you made it seem like a threat. You’re threatening to end our friendship because you think I’m hiding something from you. Things that I don’t even know myself.
Maybe this isn’t what you’re thinking. Maybe this isn’t the right perspective. But this is my perspective, and as of right now, that’s all I can see. I know that you want answers. I don’t know if this answered it enough.
All I wanted to tell you was, I believe in our friendship. I believe that no matter what, friendship is when people are there for each other. There’s no strings attached, no hidden meanings, nothing. It’s just a mutual understanding that things will happen, but whatever happens, we’ll be there for each other.
I don’t know if you’re still reconsidering our friendship, but, I for one, didn’t think that it was something that needed to be discussed. I figured that things happen, and that whenever I felt like I could tell you something, I would. It happened with everyone, and I figured I’d eventually tell you things that others wouldn’t know. And I started to. I really did. But it feels like, because I opened my heart, you took it all and started judging me like I judged you.
I feel like even though you said you would respect my space, it feels like you’re still pushing to get in. So I’m going to tell you something. From when I was small till now, I’ve never trusted anyone but my best friends. Like you, I had none, until I found one in junior high. And yes, she saved my life. It’s because she saved my life, that I can share with her, anything in the world and I wouldn’t have to worry about being judged or crticised for it, because she accepted everything about me. There were no questions, no wondering what kind of person I was, nothing that made me seem like an outcast. She just believed in me, and that was all I needed. If I needed to tell her something, I would. And if I had nothing to say, I didn’t need to. That’s when I learned what best friendship was all about. And I’m trying to achieve that with you. But because you’re criticising me for being too withheld, for being judgemental, for being everything that I can’t stop being. And I have to admit, I’m in the wrong too. I should be more nonchalant. I shouldn’t have any points of views towards anything. But never have I held it against you.
You’re telling me to stop hiding my unconscious actions, to explain things I didn’t ever question, and to stop treating you like I never thought I did. You’re telling me to stop and think about your position before I judge you. And that I’ll understand once I stop accusing you, because I have no idea what you’ve been through. People judge; it’s life. There are incompetent people, that’s also life. There are people you want to kill, and people who you will love forever. There will always be bad, but there will always be good. There are things in life that can never be solved. There are things that will never be explained, mysteries that will never have an answer. But it’s life. It’s not always scientifical. I’m not someone who can be explained by conclusions. Just llike you, I have had a past, and I have a present, as well as a future. Yes, I understand that I don’t know what you’ve been through. True. I have no idea what kind of pain you’ve been through, what kind of torture you had to withstand. But it’s likewise for you. I’m not someone you can just look at, and just say, “Oh, she’s hiding something from me.” How can you tell I’m only hiding from you, when you know yourself that I hide stuff from everybody?
I have no idea what’s going to happen from here on out. But I’m extending my heart in my hand, and whether you accept it or not, is your choice. I can’t force you, and I’m not going to. I’m trying my best, even with my own damaged heart, and I’d appreciate it, if you understood this from my point of view. Because you’re not the only one that’s hurt. And I’m not the only one who is judging. I’m tired of fighting with you.
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Dear (a different) May 21,
I don’t think you’ll ever remember this, but way back in elementary, you were the one person who I think, made a deep impression on me. It was so simple, when chaos abrupted, you took charge. And it showed me what kindness was, what leadership was, and what it was like to be led, rather than followed. I’m glad I met you. You will never know this, but thank you for leading me in the right direction. I will never forget it.
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Dear February 18,
I haven’t talked to you in ages, and I don’t know how you are now. We both went our separate ways, but I will never forget you. You, the one who led me into a world full of opportunities, and things that I can always look back to. People I can fully trust with my whole heart, and memories that I will always cherish. I wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart, for teaching me things that I will never forget. For giving me chances that I’ll always hold dear to my heart. I hope that in life, you can and will accomplish things that you’re set to do. You’re amazingly talented and smart, and I hope that good things will come your way. I find it kind of amazing how you’re true to your name. You really do give birth to souls. Thank you for all that you’ve done for me. I hope that one day I can thank you, either in person or online. As long as I get the opportunity to be able to talk to you, it’ll be great. Until then, I hope you’re still as happy as the last time I talked to you. May the wind be at your back.
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Dear Nov 21,
I wouldn’t say that you’re the person I miss the most, but I’d say you’re one of the people I miss. I’m not quite sure as to why yet, but it’s really been a while, eh? It’s been years now, and I think we’ve both grown up. I don’t know how you are now, but I’ve heard that you’re working to accomplish great things. I’ve always had the best time with you, and I could never explain why. The things that always surprised me the most, though, was how you knew me better than myself. And I didn’t even have to say anything. You are the kindest, sincerest person I got to know. And it makes me happy that I had the opportunity to be so cared for by someone like you. Thank you, for listening to me, both figuratively and literally. For picking up on things that even I myself didn’t know about. You have insight that will bring you so far into life. I hope that when we meet again, there will be no awkwardness or anything, although I highly doubt there will be. I hope that we can always get along like we do every single time we meet. I can’t wait to see you again, in person. But until then, I hope you stay healthy and happy.
To you who is trying to understand me better than myself,
So to start off, this will probably be more than you’ll ever get out of me in real life. I want to tell you that no matter what, I’m not in any way, trying to criticise or demote you in any way. I’m just letting you know what I think. Please don’t take it the wrong way, nothing is always as bad as it seems. And for what you’re going to be reading next, I apologize in advance. For things I have and have not said.
I understand that you don’t feel comfortable sharing things with me, and I don’t mind. Because when I talk to certain people, I tell them certain things. I’m very picky, and judgemental, because I like to tell people things who can give me a good answer. Or to those who know what to say in a way that makes me understand better.
But I wanted to tell you a little about myself. Perhaps it will help you understand me a little bit better. You see, I grew up in a way that many people would call mature. I used to be a very spoiled child. I had everything but wanted more. And I grew up to hate that child. There were many reasons why. However, I met this one person who changed my life. I’m not saying that my life was particularly bad, it has been a great one where I’ve taken many things for granted. But this person showed me what kindness was. The thing I’ve been looking for all my life. The one thing that, if you treat someone in a great way, they will treat you the same.
The thing about me though, is that I had to grow up. Mentally and physically. I didn’t have a choice. By the time I was 14, I learned what empathy was. I learned what being hurt meant, what scars could do to a person. And to be honest, I don’t think I could ever tell anyone except her. The thing is, when you’re forced to grow up, you do. But there’s a catch. You don’t actually grow up. You give off a vibe that you do, you take things and you make it work somehow, because there was no other way. You say that I haven’t grown up, and it’s true. I still have a lot to learn, things I have to go through in order to understand. There are things in this world that I will never be able to get, and I have to get over that. But I’m a step closer than I was yesterday. And I find out something new every single day. It’s like epiphanies firing off daily.
I think people expect too much out of me. I’m just a human being. I wasn’t born with any rationality. I grew up in a family with things I could never explain. I’d never want to. I grew up learning what it meant to love my mother more than anything or anyone. I grew up, learning what altruism stood for, what it meant to give. I’m not perfect, and I never will be, but at least I’m better than those who don’t bother. And that’s totally fine with me.
The kind of person I am, comes from my roots. This will be the first and last time I will probably say this. Both my parents are strongheaded. They are both stubborn, both set in their ways. I am irrational all the time. There are things that I just don’t get. And I have a really bad temper. Because I also got that from them. There are things that I learned from my parents, things I was taught, both consciously and unconsciously that will forever follow me through life. I can always try to be different and change my ways, but I love who I am, despite all my mistakes.
I know it’s hard to accept when someone bulldozes some kind of thought through your mind, but this isn’t to prove you wrong. It’s not to tell you that you’re not thinking the right way. I just wanted to let you know, my point of view. This direction of thinking that could perhaps show you a different light. Because it’s not always about who is right and wrong. It’s about the sides of the stories. About things behind the scenes, and about things that are hard to see with the naked eye. I’m not a genius, and I don’t have much to offer, but I know that there’s more to a story than what’s written down. Because as you probably already figured out, there’s a lot more to my story than what you’re reading as well.
As for you feeling like I was not telling you anything, I knew about it long ago. I knew about how you felt excluded about my past. About my life, about everything related to me. And I’m sorry about that, but to be honest, I don’t think anyone else knows either. I’m someone who keeps to myself, even if that means that I need to hurt other people. I could never bring you into what I’ve felt, not because I don’t trust you, but because I need you to understand that I’m someone who needs my space. Just like you need to make decisions for yourself about how to grow, I need my space in order to grow as well. There will be days where I just sit around doing nothing, and I think. No one knows about that, really. That I would just reflect on what I’ve done right and wrong. Mistakes I’ve made, regrets I’ve had. This is just who I am. I don’t think I could ever fully open up to you, like how you could never fully open up to me. There will always be things you don’t know about me, and things I will never know about you. And I’m totally fine with that. Because everyone has a past, and everyone has problems. Everyone struggles, and everyone knows a different form of pain.
I didn’t see through your insecurity, I just picked up on it. I can’t read people, and I can’t tell what they think or what they feel about things. I just see things that bother people, and I point them out. I always have had this habit of being nosy, of trying to always help out. And I’ve always been told that it’s a bad habit, and that I shouldn’t do it. And I honestly try not to. It doesn’t work very often though.
I wanted to say something about your physical insecurities though. I’m not trying to be judgemental or anything. But to be honest, you don’t have to hold it back from us. The thing about being best friends is that we can take you at your worst, and still love you for who you are. If you are upset about it, then let it out. But the thing about best friends is that when you start dissing yourself in any way, we’re the people who try to let you know what we see: the beauty and the compassion of yours. We won’t let you demote yourself. That’s what we mean when we tell you that you look beautiful. We don’t mean that you should over look it, but that what you have, the things that make you up, is what makes you beautiful. It makes sense that you hate your face, and I’m not telling you to think otherwise, but I just wanted to let you know that I used to hate my face too. And then, one day, I walked up to a mirror, my hair all a mess, and I was tired, but when I looked at myself, I thought I looked amazing. So it’s not about always thinking that I’m beautiful. It’s the days where you just randomly see yourself and you think, “Wow, I look great today.” And that’s the only time I think of myself as anything other than gross.
I don’t hold grudges against your mom, if that’s what your wondering. Sometimes I find your mom to be really cool. Sometimes she throws me off, but I’m not afraid of her, nor am I mad at her. I’m more nonchalant. I like to believe that good things eventually come to those who have struggled. And it does. Hopefully one day she’ll learn to appreciate you like we do.
I don’t actually think I go through a lot. What I’ve learned is the magnifying attitude of making it seem like a lot when it isn’t. The thing is, even though it’s not a lot, even though it’s something small, I’m still probably going to keep it to myself. It’s not that I don’t trust anyone, it’s not that I don’t believe in anyone. It’s because this is my way of protecting myself. There are many reasons as to why I do this, but for that, I don’t like to share. But don’t worry about me, nothing wrong is going on.
I apologize for making you feel unaccepted and insecure about our friendship. I’m sorry that it made you doubt me, but I can’t exactly give you a key to something I’ve locked up so long ago. If you were in danger, I’d save you in a heartbeat. But I can’t share with you a lot of things. And for that, I sincerely apologize.
If you have read thus far, I hope that it has broadened your perspective of me.
And just in case you jump into conclusions, I’m still childish, I think I always will be, but it’s hidden within me. My family is an amazing family, they have taught me everything about life, morals and values, I love them. And the reason why I’m so reluctant to let you and everyone else know things, is because out of everyone, you analyze way too much for me to handle. For being someone who needs space, I can’t handle you looking over my shoulder, especially even if it’s just once or twice. You see, I know that you think a lot. I know that you take everything into consideration. I know that you need to know things in order to understand. But that’s the thing about me. I don’t like people to pry into my life. There are things I never say for a reason, things I probably don’t want to look back on, and there are things I probably want to forget. And I think that’s the thing. I feel like I’m being placed on some panel to be judged sometimes, and I hate that the most. Because no one knows me better than myself. There will be things people get wrong, and things people can’t understand. And sometimes, I don’t feel like explaining. I guess it gives it all the more reason to judge, but I’d rather be judged by people who don’t know me, than by people who mean a lot to me.
So I guess I have a request. And that is, to see me for me, without having to look too deeply. And to accept me for who I am, without having to see how I was made this way.
I hope that you didn’t take any of this the wrong way, and that you understand this was my way of explaining to you, things I could never tell you in person. Hopefully one day, I’ll be able to tell you everything that I can’t tell you now. But until then, I hope you’ll forgive me.
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Dear Dec22,
It’s been a long while since we last talked. How are you? I wouldn’t say that we were extremely close, but being near you always made me happy. I wonder how well you’re doing now. Things have changed since then, and I don’t know how things will be in the future, but thank you for all those times you’ve made me smile. Although as ridiculous as it sounds, it was simple, and simple was the best. I don’t know what you’ve always thought, or how you’ve always thought, but thank you for sticking by my side, especially the way I was. Perhaps someday I can ask you these questions face to face, and see if my intuition was actually on the mark or not. One day.
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Dear Self,
I wish you could forgive me.
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Dear the person who caused me a lot of pain,
I’d say you don’t really anymore. I got over it, kind of at least. I learned to move on, and that holding grudges doesn’t really do much. I learned that sometimes, forgiving is a sign of strength, but I haven’t gotten there yet. There are things that I don’t think I could ever forgive you for. Things that I don’t think you realized you did. But they are things, nonetheless, that have scarred me. I’d say, if I never have to meet you again, I’ll be happy. If I do, I’ll most likely pretend you don’t exist. Because people like you are toxic, you know? At least, you were in the past. I don’t know you now, so I shouldn’t judge, but oh well. I’m done with you now.
Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Dearest Uncle,
I don’t know if I’ve ever met you, but I really do wish I could talk to you. There are many things I want to learn about the past that I can’t ever get an answer to. I wish I could ask you about them. Things that will always be under lock and key by people who are still alive and about. I hope that one day, I can unlock the mysteries, because I’m not the only one looking for answers. Thank you for all that you’ve done for her. I don’t know what she would’ve done without you. You’re her favourite, did you know that? I’m glad she had someone like you in her life. I hope that one day, I’ll be able to find someone as generous and kind as you.
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Dear May 25,
I know that we’re best friends, but I miss you. I’d love to just come up to find you and just hang out with you and talk about everything and nothing. It really has been a while. I wonder how good our communication skills are? Things have changed since we’ve last seen each other (it always does), and I wonder if things will be different this time. We’ve both grown, and are heading our separate ways into the future. It makes me sad that we’re all grown up. I mean, we’ve got a busy life ahead of us. But I’m excited to see what it holds. Where we both will end up, and how well or successful we will be. I can’t wait to meet up with you again, and be able to talk to you about the things that I could never express online. It’s been over 9 years since you left, I believe. (I’m honestly not quite sure LOL) But things are changing over here, slowly but surely. I guess this is what people mean by “the olden days” huh. Things that could only be expressed through time and pictures. I hope that we can talk more, about nothing and everything. I don’t know anything about you, even though we’re supposed to be close. I hope that I’ll be able to understand you better soon. Perhaps we should play the 20 question game, eh? It’d be fun.
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Dear Grandpa,
I wish I could meet you. I’ve heard so much about you, it’s like I know you when I don’t. I wonder who you are, how you are. I’ve heard of the way you live, and that part kind of makes me sad. I wish you understood what kind of pain you put my mom through sometimes. But I guess you’ve had it rough too, eh? Life’s complicated like that I guess. I hope that I will get to meet you in the future. Hopefully your fortunes do come true. Life’s a long journey afterall. There are many things I don’t understand, and I highly doubt my mom does either, but I think she does wonder. I’ll try to get my chinese up to par with yours, not that yours is any good either, hahaha. And we’ll try to communicate with this broken language between us. I hope that we’ll be able to figure things out, and that questions that are asked can be answered. You probably already know, but your granddaugther is one nosy person. She pries a lot, and has been scolded many times by your daughter. But she still does it anyways. She really needs to learn how to back off. Hey grandpa, I hope that you’re doing fine right now. Although you probably don’t understand anything I’ll say, or try to say at the most, I hope that my feelings get across to you. I hope that you’ll be willing to spend a little bit of time with your granddaughter, and tell her things that she’ll never learn from her mother. Things that only a grandfather could say. I really hope that one day, I can meet you.
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Dear C.P:
You are one of my favourite internet friends. Although we haven’t actually met, I think that by meeting you, figuratively, has changed my entire world. It’s been years now, I believe. I’m glad I got to meet you before all this “internet danger of meeting pedos and whatnots” started. It goes to show that things were wayyyy safer back then, eh?
So anyways, things are rough for you and me both. And I’ll do my best to keep up with what I’ve been doing. Sending things over is really fun, honestly. It feels like a quest, to choose the right type of food, and the right types of nutrients. I feel so accomplished every single time. Although most of it is junk food, at least you’re getting slightly better!
I wanted to tell you that I’m really grateful for all the things you’ve done for me. We’ve spent so much time together, regardless if it wasn’t physical. I’m glad I got to spend it with someone like you. In the future, if there’s a possibility of meeting, it’d be so fun. I mean, what are friends for, right??
I hope that things will never change between us. That we’ll always be this happy, and understanding. Thank you for changing my life.
Day 7: My Ex-boyfriend:
Dear…ex?
We’ve been having a lot of fights lately for some reason. Fighting over who’s wrong rather than how to make it right. I kind of wish there was a way to stop this. The more we fight, the more mad I get, and the less I can restrain myself from being an insolent fool. Please don’t make me regret this. I’m trying my best, and I know that sometimes it’s not enough. But if you want to be with someone like me, you have to accept who I am, regardless of the fact that I lack in so many differet areas, it’s technically impossible to appreciate me. I know that I’m stubborn. I know that I lack the ability to see from your point of view. But how the heck am I supposed to be able to see things from your side, when you don’t even let me see through your eyes? A relationship is supposed to be about two people right? So then why is it so hard for me to know what to say to you? Why is it so hard for me to understand you, and to be able to say the right things at the right times? I know I can’t be silent because it’d be worse that way, but what in the world am I supposed to say? What makes you feel better? What makes things easier? What would you prefer me to talk about? You say I’m random, but this is who I am. You make it seem like it’s pointless to talk about things that excite me, but do you know how much that hurts? I love drawing, I know you appreciate that. But I also love reading and writing, and for someone who’s supposed to love you, you shouldn’t demote the things that I enjoy doing. You’re taking away what’s supposed to be mine, and you’re making it seem like it’s wrong. It’s not wrong to love simple things. It’s not wrong to love being able to just sit and think about nothing, and do nothing. Not everything has to be about sports, or anatomy. Not everything has to be about the weather, or school. There’s way more to life than that. And even though I do enjoy many more things, these things that I do keep me grounded. I can’t live without them. I’m not me without these things that create me. I hope you can understand that. That I love to watch cute movies, anything that has good meaning and lessons in the story. I’m down to earth. I dislike things that are related to abuse, or hurt, like horror movies or war. I’m sensitive to what people say and think. I listen, because I know that everyone is struggling. Stop being contradictory and telling me that I should be sleeping early, and then keeping me awake till 3am at night. And yes, you have told me before that I’m cute, or that I’m pretty. But when I demoted myself of being insecure, of not believing in you, you have no right to say that you were right. Especially when you told me you weren’t going to bother trying to convince me anymore. Don’t take credit for something that you’ve already given up the rights to. I have friends who would continue to put up with my lack of self confidence, even if I got annoying. If you can’t take me at my worst, why would you deserve me at my best?
Yes, I haven’t been as great of a girlfriend either. I’ve made many mistakes, made many misjudgements that I probably shouldn’t have. And honestly, it would’ve been all better, if only it was dealt with differently. Don’t guilt trip me for being insecure. What kind of screwed up logic is that? I’m not a punching bag. I may listen really well, but if I give you the time of day, why won’t you give me yours? I listen to you, and you tell me things you’d never tell anyone. I don’t mind that. But don’t expect me to stay when you can’t do the same for me. And no, you’re not listening when you’re constantly looking through your phone, or surfing the net, waiting for me to finish. When I listen to you, I give you my full attention. Why is it so hard for you to be patient with me?
You told me a while back that you didn’t think I tried hard enough. To be honest, I did. You just expected way more. And now, when we’re not even in a relationship, you’re still expecting the same amount. Do you know what I have to go through, every single day? The things I experienced, the things I’ve learned. The things I have to fight for? I’m already so so tired. Please stop adding more weight onto my shoulders. I’m about to collapse, and for some reason, it feels like you’re not going to bother helping me up this time. I know that you’re busy, and when you’re not, you’re bored. You should know that when I’m not busy, I’m usually trying to make up for lost time. Please stop expecting things I can’t give you. I’m sorry. I wish I could give it to you, but I don’t have anything left to give.
Day 6: A Stranger
Dear Stranger,
I don’t know you, but I bet I will in the future. There are many things that we both can learn, many of which can be beneficial or harming in many ways. I don’t know when we’re going to meet, or how we’re going to meet, but I promise you that if we do, I’ll try to be nice to you. I won’t glare at you, or snap at you, or be mean in any sort of way. I’ll either mind my own business, or go out of my way to say hi. Hey Stranger, the chances of us meeting are very slim, so we’d be lucky to ever meet.
Putting all that aside though, how are you today? I know you hide behind that mask of yours. I wouldn’t call it lying, but it’s a bad way of protection, don’t you think? I mean, I can tell you’re sad sometimes, so you don’t need to pretend. If you need a ear, I can listen. I can’t offer good advice, but I’ve got pretty good ears. I haven’t yet learned how to control them, you see. There’s no self activated ear plugs, and the real ones are just downright disrespectful!
Hey Stranger, there are things that we all won’t tell anyone. There are things that we would tell, but it’s just too dang complicated to. And there are things that are just so simple, we assume they all know. But I hope that one day, you’ll be able to find best friends like I have, and that you can share with them these things, regardless big or small.
So Stranger, good luck on your future endeavours. It was nice meeting you.
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