Dear Heart,

Why are you bothering me? I haven’t done anything to you. And yet you’re raw for no reason, quivering in fear, and wondering how life is going to turn out. Your head knows that things are fine, but stupid heart, you don’t realize that you are worrying for no reason. She says that your head and heart are not the same age emotionally, that you are still a little girl even though your head is twenty-three. How did you get stunted? Was it the switching schools, feeling insecure about friendships because it seemed like no matter what you did, they went wrong? Is it the fact that the man who created you in the first place can’t even hold a conversation with you unless it’s about money or your car? Does he even know it hurts? I want you to stop. Get over it. You will be ok.  So I’ll write , and you’ll feel better.  Somewhere in the writing, head and heart meet and heal, and that’s what I need to happen.

Love, Lindsay

Dear Jessica,

So today is the big move day! Who knew you’d have a whole letter to you write on my blog! But this is to long to text, so I know you’ll check up on me tonight here and feel happy to have a little section of your own. If only YOU would start blogging! Anyway,  I got an email from UCF a little bit ago saying that  there is an open house at the new Starbucks on Goldenrod and University for UCF’s Victim Services. I was about to pick up the phone and call you to invite you to come, but then I realized. I can’t do that., because you don’t live here anymore. I miss you already, and it’s only  been like half a day  since you left.  I can’t wait to find out your sched  so we can start planning some get togethers. Hopefully Focus will  be able to make it over there.  And, by the way, congrats on the "not single anymore" status! 🙂

Love, Lindsay

Dear Billie Holliday,

You’re wonderful. Your rawness soothes my nerves. Even still, I’d rather be listening to real radio right now.

Love, Lindsay