Dear So and So…a series of letters

Dear Boyfriend,

I’ve been listening to the song "Hey Delilah" by the Plain White T’s, and I love it. I love that it reminds me of you right now, because you’re all the way in California, and I’m here. I have to admit that I don’t like being here without you. I think it’s because the Red Lobster gig is over now, and you’ve been traveling around, and I haven’t gotten to spend very much time with you. Or even talk to you! Sierra Madre is so frustrating with it’s lack of Cingular towers. I never took myself as the kind of girl who would become "that girl"–the girl who depends on her guy too much. A few days away are ok, even healthy, but almost two weeks is too long for me. So hurry home ok? Tater and I miss you, and it’s lonely waking up without you.

I love you,



Dear Me,

Sometimes I don’t know what to do with you.

On top of wearing that iffy dress to work, which you aren’t sure about but love anyway, you had probably the single most awkward and embarassing moment of your life.

You run home before Monday Night Dinner with the crew to grab some salad stuff, and use the bathroom while you’re there. You grab everything you need, and make your way out of the car. Your neighbor is in her driveway with her little girl, and you smile at them as you open your car door.

"Hey!" She calls out. "Your dress!"

You’re a little confused, and reply "What about it?"

"It’s tucked in…" she says, and you realize that your dress is definitely tucked into your thong, and your next door neighbor and her two-year-old daughter have just seen your ass. In a neon green thong. A sight that is not meant for either of those people, or anyone else really, but they’ve seen it.

You mumble "thanks" and she replies with: "Better now than when you get out of the car!"


Just one of those days.




Dear Pseudo Big Bro:

If I could explain to you how much you mean to me, I would. But you would probably reply with a "Yeah" and change the subject, because it probably makes you a little uncomfortable. But what can I say? I’m not good at holding things in. So hear goes.

I know things are scary now but I think that you’re going to be ok. Because you’re strong (though not "A Strong" haha), and because I believe in the best for you. The opportunity to grab hold of our dreams comes once in a lifetime, and you’re doing exactly what you should: going after them. I don’t want to put more pressure on you than you feel from yourself, but whatever happens, I’ll be here, and that’s all I can offer. That, and that I’m so proud of you, and always have been. I’ll even come out and say that sometimes I wish you were really my brother, but then if you were, we probably wouldn’t have such a great friendship, and I can settle for Pseudo Big Bro. Thank you for being one of my best friends.




Dear CoDespot,

I can’t say that I haven’t been a little bit worried about you. Your last livejournal post was so sad, and you don’t deserve any sadness.

There is nothing wrong with letting go of friends who aren’t good for you, or who aren’t making an effort to be your friend. As you grow, people grow with or without you, and it doesn’t make you flaky or a bad person. Putting all that energy into making a girl happy who will hardly write you an email is ridiculous. Your energry needs to be directed at school and work, because you’re doing something amazing: you’re changing your life by changing your career.

You will find the right guy, or he will find you, but you have to be willing to put yourself out there. There is nothing wrong with you. Committment is a scary thing. Showing people yourself is a scary thing.

Don’t worry about it til you get there. Take things one thing at a time. The guy for you will be patient, and will be willing to walk beside you through all the new territory. You are going to be okay, mi amiga. You are stronger than you realize, and you’ll pull through all the craziness and hecticness.

I love you!!


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