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Letter 10My dear,
I'm writing this because we don't talk as often as I would wish. Meaning, we haven't in the past year or so. I don't think single minute accusatory phone calls quite count either. I wish you would actually talk to me. We used to so often, staying up so much past our bedtime (remember when we had bedtimes?!) to tell stories and make plans for sharing a flat and TV and VHS tape collection...oh, we were so young then, not knowing the allure of internet, computers, DVDs and men. Men are the ones who seem to really throw monkey wrenches in...though maybe you could blame my education just as much for leaving you behind. For myself, I am just seeing the men. It started last summer, remember? Or was it the spring, when I was so stubborn as to ignore what was right in front of me? I know, I made a mistake. I do that sometimes. But when you said I know nothing of love, slapping me with words and fists under the summer moon, because I dared say I didn't think your man was good enough for
Letter 12Dear Past Me,
I know that you did what you did because you just loved, and wanted to express concerns, or how much he made you burn with joy, and how much those two together reminded you of your past, but...I am afraid that those good intentions surely paved the road down to hell, because here I am now, and despite pressing the accelerator down to one hundred and five mph, and screaming my pain, this feeling like I can't even dig my nails deep enough into my flesh to forget you stays. I do not know what you and I are to do now, because all you can say is how much you can be blamed for these piles of shit. And I can't deny that too much, because if you could have just tread a little lighter, or spent more time with her, or managed to hold you tongue long enough to not admit 'I love you', then we may have ended up somewhere a little brighter.
Past Me, I'm sorry, but this is just one of the days I really truly want to hate and despise you.
Letter 11Dear Past Woman,
I am not sure who you are. Are you American, European, Asian, or African? Did you slave everyday and wonder how you were going to feed yourself, or did you wake with the only conflict of how to dress for dinner?
Was having a sister so hard for you too? I've been trying, lately, to be a good big sister. To support her, but gently let her know I think she can do better. But her retaliation is sharp, and bitter. It keeps me up for hours, and turns my stomach. I have lost friendships before. That is kind of a part of life. But I have never lost a sister before, and this is scaring the shit out of me.
Sorry, I did not mean to just rant about my own troubles when I am sure you had plenty of your own...but, you probably had those days too, didn't you?
I would love to hear from you soon. It would be nice for some affirmation that our lives really are similar. That likely wouldn't happen unless I uncover some fanciful letter of your own, won't it?
Mary Margaret Lynch
Letter 9Dear Doctor,
I wish I could meet you, and spin dreams across galaxies and time vortexes. There could be some magic in that, and I could hop forward to show to the stubborn of faithful lovers that there is something hollow hidden in white gold and shimmering sapphire.
Or maybe I am wrong. Maybe a hop forward would merely show me that my post traumatic notions of love are wrong, and his ass-hatted-ness is not as bad as all that.
At any rate, next time you come into my corner of
Tossed aside companions
We could have tea
I could actually have a reality to fall in love with instead of a fictionality to wish for
I already have a fictionality that has stirred the tantalizing realities
And such a fiction he has been too...
Yours always (like everyone else that steps into the TARDIS)
Letter 8I don't know who you are
I've told you so much about me
Thrown my heart out as public access
But I can not actually hang out with you
My imaginary friend so many miles away
PerfectionI am sorry
I never could fit my name in the word perfection
But I guess it is ok
Cause I never could fit yours in there either
A river of youEvery once in a while the scent of you is resurrected
Stirred up by the Euphrates under my wrist
And blended with the sharpness of summer
Sticky behind my knees
And trickling down my spine
And I wonder
If I could lay by you
Would I ever get used to this magic?
Letter 7Dear former lover,
It's getting hard for me to remember making love to you. That first night is sharp and clear only because it was painful and, for agonizing scream worthy minutes, worth every wince and awkward grimace.
We used to have fun, behind childhood sheets and curtains of cold to combat the summer, didn't we? But after that fireworks night nothing was ever really the same because you had what you wanted, and you...oh, you, my dear sir, were never enough once you were fulfilled. Therefore, I am writing you this letter just to let you know you may want to work on that, because nice guys finish last, and, here is a secret, it is worth it.
Apathetically yours, passionately someone else's
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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