Letters From Tumblr

Dear Luka,

I could write a whole book about you. But I’ll just say that I like you more than I’ve ever liked anyone, I love everything about you. I really hope you feel the same way. But I doubt.

Me.

b: Out of all the days I’ve lived, all 7,483, I’ll never forget my 7,442nd. It was your 8th day here and I couldn’t believe we 7 whole days together. I couldn’t believe that we still had 2 more. I couldn’t believe it was closer to ending than beginning. I couldn’t believe that I’d gone an entire year without seeing your face or waking up to your groggy voice saying, “hey brother.” even though I’m a girl that’s not anything close to your brother. On my 7,442nd day I woke up to exactly that. I woke up to your face and your smile and your smell. That was the best morning of all the mornings because it was followed by the best day of all days. Me, you, a old dusty couch that seriously smelled of pee, a field and a meteor shower —who knew those things were all it took to make me the happiest of ladies? We sat on that couch for over 4 hours before we finally decided it was probably best to head home. I could have sat for longer. Because in those 4 hours I forgot that you had a girlfriend. I forgot that you live 9 hours away. I forgot that I’ll always be the best friend and never anything more than that. I forgot all those things while we sat on that dusty old couch that smelled of pee looking at the stars. We didn’t kiss although God knows I was dying to. Hell, the most we touched was sitting thigh to thigh. But I’ll never forget that night. It was the best night of all the nights. Your 7,442nd day is coming up. I doubt it will come anywhere close to as wonderful as mine but I’m sure it’ll be pretty great anyway. After all, you’ll be in it. -G

Dear M, You may not have my unconditional trust. You may not ever be someone I can rely on and count on. You may always be angry that I had to keep this arm’s distance between us. But, no matter what, you will always be my best friend. My love for you is unconditional, like a sister’s. No matter how far I am, when I think of home, my thoughts turn to my kin and to you. And I hope that although I will never say this to your face, you know it anyways. Elle.

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Dear Jason,

                   I don’t think you will ever understand how much you mean to me. You are such an incredible person, and I swear your smile and laugh light up the darkest room. You are the kind of person I want to be, the kind of man I’ve always wanted to fall in love with. You are always making people smile and being as kind as you can. There is never a problem when you are around; you make everything better just by cracking a joke. My words cannot even begin to describe just how much I love you. I mean, even if I got the chance and the courage to tell you what you have done for me, what you mean to me, I still don’t think you’d understand just why you’re amazing in my eyes.

But that’s okay, because you understand me. You get me far more than anyone else I’ve ever met. You don’t even need to try. It just sort of clicks and flows, and I feel so confident around you. I’ve never had that with anyone. Your presence eases my nerves, makes me grin immediately and enables me to talk to you like I’ve never been able to talk to anyone as soon as I’ve met them. You know the right things to say and do. In a matter of half an hour, you understood me well enough to be able to do what no one else had been able to do that day: stir me from my reverie and cheer me up.

You saved me that day. I was lost, and you found me. You included me; you made me feel a little better. You knew what I needed and you provided. I was down but you brought me up. I needed you to keep throwing things at me and smiling your charming, sympathetic smile. I needed you to keep getting me a drink, despite the fact I kept saying no. I needed YOU. And a part of me always will need you.

So, Jason, here’s to you, for being a great person. For being a friend. For being there for me. For always knowing what I need. For joining me when I was alone. For always looking out and seeing when I need you. For making me sing damn karaoke with you just  because I looked bored. For loving me. For being my guardian angel. For being you. Please, I beg you, don’t ever, ever change. I love you just the way you are.

Dear Dominik.
You are my best friend and we’ve been best friends for years now.
You’ve always been around and you are really lovely.
You’re my best friend and that’s it.
I don’t want to date you or kiss you or anything.
I can’t even imagine going out with you.
Please stop trying to make it happen.
I like another guy. 
I like you too, but in a different way.
I never had any love interest in you.
Please stop asking if I wanna date you, not even jokingly.
I’m sick of it and the answer will always be no.
Just spare yourself the pain.
All I want it him to ask me out and love me.
Not you. Ever. Please stop. I love you as my best friend and that’s it.

Dear Tilly,
I’d give anything to have you back. I’m sorry that I didn’t protect you, now it’s too late & you’re gone. I’m sorry. I’ll always look for you even if I’ll never find you.
I love you.
xo

Dear Marissa,
You are so beautiful and I love you so much.
Love, 
Nick

You,

I’ve never been in a relationship. I’ve don’t even know if someone i’ve been interested has been interested in me back, even if only a little. I’m so shy and so inexperienced so if what you are doing is trying to make the first move then please, i’m begging you, do it already because I know that I can’t. I’m awkward and lonely and I don’t know how. I promise you won’t be making all the effort, just the initial “hey, how are you?” After that I’ll still be nervous, I’ll still be awkward, and I’ll probably still be wondering what to do next but eventually I’ll figure it out.

You jump, I jump. That’s what I’m trying to say.

Me.