[Dear You. . .]

[Catty1]

Meg...any news on that therapist you were gonna see?

I don't know about you, but I'd rather be wanted than needed. Otherwise that just makes me a drug, not a human being in the other person's eyes.

But I know what you mean.

{{{{hugs}}}}

[ILoveMyAbbyGirl]

Dear Dan,

Please. Please, please please please please please.
What don't you get? You're not a horrible person. You need to erase that idea from your head. LET SOMEONE LOVE YOU, Dan. You need to be loved. You can't keep putting up that stupid wall of yours.
Love, Megs

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Dear Justin,

I'm sorry things were so damn awkward with us tonight. I don't know how to act around you. You're madly in love with me, and I just don't feel the same way, and I know telling you would kill you. You did move here for me, so the guilt I'm feeling right now is pretty immense. I'm so sorry. I don't know what to do anymore.
Love, Meg

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Dear Sarah,

We actually sat and spoke at Perkins tonight! Go us. Kate still doesn't like me being friends with you, but bah, who cares. My life, not hers. =]
Besides, our love for Sex and the City put together... that's pretty epic.
-Meg

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[cassiesmom]

Dear team that is conducting my interview tomorrow:

I really want this job a LOT. Please like me enough to hire!


Thank you,
Elyse

[M&M's Mommy]

Dear letter T key on my keyboard,

You annoy the heck out of me today. Please work properly as I have a report to turn in this week, and I really need your cooperation.

Theresa

[Suki Wingy]

Dear Comcast,
Thanks for giving up Halmark channel back! Now I can watch M*A*S*H again regularly until I move.

[Husky_mom]

Dear 2009,

please be good to me... 2008 did a last very bad turn on me... I lost one of my fids and two furries are MIA...

a lil help would be so appreciated..

thanks..

me

[Suki Wingy]

Hi Boy,
I miss you. I hate myself for how I treated you in the last few months of your life. I want you to know I love you and it breaks my heart. I did not cry when I heard you died, not until now. When I remember the way you acted when I took you somewhere new, always running back to me and licking me, reasured and protected by me. I feel like I was such a lousy owner, and I was. I let your nails go way too long, let your water get dirty, never took you out of your cage more than 5 times in 3 months...
Your body is in our freezer- I don't like it there at all. I don't like to go near the fridge/freezer if I don't have to. Mom opened it up to put something she bought in there, but I couldn't see anything. I miss you. Come back home.
How were you feeling before you died and how long did you have to feel that way? I can't believe I didn't catch on sooner. I was so worried about myself I forgot to worry about anyone else. That happens a lot. When I found you having such a hard time breathing on Thursday I had a feeling I wouldn't see you again. I hate myself for it but for a second I was kind of glad that I might not have to find you a new home. I can't believe myself for being such an idiot. I truly was willing to rack up a big debt if you weren't better by the time I got home from my weekend away. I didn't think by that time that you'd be gone. Could we have saved your life if we took you to the vet that day? You've never been to a vet before.
By the time I got where I was going I forgot you weren't well. I hate myself for it. Hate. By Sunday I was even telling new Julie, my new boss, about the cute little white rabbit I have after you had died. I forgot you were even sick. Thankfully my mom was smart enough not to tell me until I got home to find your cage and carrier empty. That's when I remembered you hadn't been breathing well. I thought they got rid of your body until my mom came in my room that night to tell me "we kept him so you can bury him" I did not want to hear that. At all. I said, "Is he in the freezer?" knowing the answer. I hate that. I hate that your cold, stiff, lifeless body is in my freezer with my food like just another meaningless thing. Of course, it's just a body and means nothing but I can't see you like that. I never want to have to. I was fine with the rats because I never knew them alive, and they were there to feed the snakes. But you are not.
I want you back.
Come home to me.
I see why people believe in religion now.
Come home.
Don't go. I don't want you gone. I don't.
I miss you baby.
Hop free, bunny foo foo.




Come home to me.

[buckner]

Dear babyloo,

I read you a couple of my "dear you" threads, because I wanted you to know how much you still mean to me.

And even though I don't post them anymore here (or post much on PT for that matter... oops), it doesn't mean that I don't care about you deeply.

We've had our ups and our downs, and we've had our day separations, but we always come back to eachother. We get aggravated, but I still love you. I'll always love you. You mean more to me than I could ever explain. You're my little child, yes, you are, but it's okay. Boys will be boy, and I accept that.

I love you, and I want to forever be with you.

There are still things about you that I have yet to learn, and I want to spend my life figuring them out. We don't talk much about marriage - we talk about spending a long time with eachother instead. And really, marriage will come when it comes. I just look forward to tomorrow with you, and the next day, and days following that.

There are days where everything goes wrong, and I get frustrated and take it out on you, but you're always there at the end of my rant. You're always there. And that's what is important. That we're there for eachother.

I mean, I know I talk a lot and stuff, but you know when it's important. And you know when I'm serious.. a nd you know when I'm down, and you're there to pick me up.

And for that, I love you.

Your darling, your angel, your baby.

-Sara

[Kfamr]

Dear self,

Please get your sh*t together.

love,
me