I try every day to try and understand and hopefully even like you, but you make that impossible.
Dear you,
I feel like, by even responding, I am encouraging something that can't happen. You are just too young.
Dear you,
I would be the happiest chic if you actually took that vacation with all your stuff.
Dear you,
I'm not sure what happened to us. I think we just grew apart. But I still love you.
Dear you,
I miss you more than words could even begin to describe.
Dear you,
If I had been able to choose my sister, you would have been her.
Dear you,
We never see each other any more. I miss you!
Dear you,
How can we be of the same blood and so very very different?
Dear you,
I am so scared for you every day but I know that you will try.
Dear you,
I miss our really long emails. And I'm to blame. I'm sorry! Life has been all crazy lately.
Dear you,
I miss our really long phone calls. I know you are mad at me and I am sorry. I really wanted to come to your graduation.
Dear you,
I am so sorry about your mother.
Dear you,
When I think it isn't possible, I think of you and him twenty years from now, sitting together with your gray hair and happiness and know that it can be.
Dear you,
I declared for you my heart and you said no. I am beginning to wonder if you were right.
Dear you,
I miss us being able to talk like we did. But it's probably for the best that we don't.
Dear you,
You never made a bigger mistake than leaving them. You missed out on years of Amazing.
Dear you,
You are a wonderful and patient mother. Don't let them win.
Dear you,
Stop hogging my computer, damn it.
Dear you,
Would it have been a mistake? Maybe we'll see the next time we're in the same zip code.
Dear you,
I can't believe you are a father. And I can't wait to hear all about it!
Dear you,
Make sure you breathe. It all will be ok soon.
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