Girl in my study hall,
Yesterday I walked by the band room on the way back from lunch, and happened to see you playing an amazingly complex piano piece. I watched you for a minute (in a non-stalkerish way), and saw all of the energy and heart you put into it. It was astonishing. Just last week I saw you in the same room, the same mood, but with a guitar.
I didn't know you were a musician.
Last week in study hall, you were writing choreography for the colorguard team (which, I guess you're on...huh...).
I didn't know you could dance.
Just today, I watched you in study hall holding up you're Advanced Calculus papers, with an A at the top. Studying them, as if you needed the practice. You furrowed your brow in concentration. Only truly smart people do that, right?
I didn't know you were a freaking genius.
You are so perfect. I can't even begin to compare to how sophisticated and hard-working you are. I know you don't believe me when I say it, but you are BEAUTIFUL. And all of those insecurities that you constantly point out in yourself...they're a part of what makes you YOU.
I haven't told you yet, but I'm an artist, myself. I paint, and not to be creepy, but I'm working on one of you. I can only hope to portray the many extraordinary features that you hold true.
What's not to love?
...Prom?
P.S. Sorry if this is weird...you don't have to say yes. That's why I didn't put your name.
P.S.S. I would appreciate it if you did, though. ;)
P.S.S.S. To everyone else...I'm emailing her this link. Wish me luck. :)
What the hell are you doing with your life?
We are one tiny grain of sand in an ocean. One plump grape in a vineyard.
One flower in a meadow. One pebble on the Great Wall.
One leaf in a forest. One wisp in a thunderstorm cloud.
And one day, we will be taken away from even that much.
So what the hell are you doing with your life?
If you're hiding your feelings, I think you're wasting your time.
We're all going to die someday. You better not die regretting.
The final question..
When I enter this page and read all these letters, I can't help but wonder:
Why does racism/homophobia/haters in general exist?
Take a look at each letter. Everyone here has the same feelings and think the same way.
We share the same emotions, the same problems and we share the same love.
No matter is what kind of love it is, or the color of our skin, we are the same.
So next time someone express hate towards people who doesn't look like s/he does or doesn't share the same veiw of what gender to one to love, I will send them here and ask them to point out who's black, who's white, who's from India, who's from South Africa, who's gay, who's rich, who's christian and who's muslim.
The final question I will ask them is:
What is it in these letters that makes it possible to see that? 'Cause I can't see any difference.
Truth is, you do mean much.
I'd like to say I'm sorry. Sorry to all the women out there who have gotten their hearts trampled on. Sorry to the women who feel as though the only way to get men's attention is to dress inappropriately and act in ways that are not very you. Sorry to the ones that suffered through the pain of dealing with your cowardly love finding 'love' somewhere else. I'm sorry for the way you've been treated, the way you've been used, and the way you've been thrown away like you don't mean much.
Truth is, you do mean much. You mean a lot. Not just to me, but to the whole world. Look at yourself. Your smile, the way you're so focused on this right now. You are so beautiful. You really are. And you have a big, warm heart that deserves only the finest of men. Or women. Hey, I don't judge.
Open that heart to only those who deserve it, and learn to protect your heart from those who don't. I know you're beauty, and I know your strength. Keep hanging on, okay? Some of us really are good. You just have to sift through the pain, keep believing and find your way.
Final moment.
I'll tell you what the end of the world will be like.
It will be a final moment, both terrible and heartbreaking. Absolute chaos.
People running as fast as they ever have, cars filling every road and freeway,
phone lines backed up trying to process millions of calls, fingers flying over keyboards,
thumbs texting like rapid fire, long lines of people trying to cram themselves into subways and airplanes.
All of them trying to tell someone else,
It's not the end of the world yet, but don't wait until then to tell them.
The worst thing isn't the end of the world.
It's what you didn't finish - what you didn't say when you had the chance.
Letters to crushes...
The way you dance in the middle of the hallways, the way you walk into doors, the way drop almost everything you touch, the way you blush all the time, the way you drum on the computer when you hear one of those old rock songs, the way you always say the weirdest things, the way you still think star wars is a cool thing, the way you know everything but still remain so clueless, the way you let your hair fall in your beautiful face, the way you burst into a song in the middle of a class, the way you see life as nothing but a beautiful thing..
These things up there,
are just a small amount of all the things I love about you..
Favorite letter, Letters to crushes.
Hi,
I'm trying to figure out where to begin.
I am 67 and have a grand daughter that likes this site.
She doesn't believe in love though.
Well, I have been married to my wife since we were eighteen, but really time doesn't matter because what we have is eternal and I discover more things that are beautiful about her everyday.
I like the way her wrists are shaped, her hair is almost nearly askew in her bun, and how she breaths.
I just want to feel her heartbeat and laugh at the ridiculous meals she prepares.
We're not perfect. Hell, no relationship is perfect.
But, we're a bunch of haphazard pieces that make something so amazing.
I would want to be with her everyday, regardless.
Just believe in initiation. Believe in yourself.
Believe in the creases that form around the person you love's mouth as they smile.
And thanks, Laurie, for teaching me how to love. You're my forever crush.
-Ray, a grandfather that knows love exists.
Letters from the crushed..
N,
every single cell in our body is replaced every seven years.
And by my calculations that means by october 2015 the person I will be will have never even touched you.
Distance has widened and new things have grown in place. Nothing is really forgotten but at this point it’s fluid.
It’s taken me this long to encourage myself to stop wishing for a return or a sincere apology, to let you go and hold the hand that’s here.
Letters to crushes.
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Geek/Bimbo does work..
Geek,
you said something about protons and atoms and I spaced out,
thinking that everyone else was wrong when they said you weren’t cute.
you’re adorable.
You like chemistry? Want to see if it likes us?
— Bimbo
[7 minutes later]
Geek,
you just commented on my facebook status and now I have happy butterflies and tummy flips.
— Bimbo
Btw, I really looooove Letters to crushes. (:
Ltc.
S,
I think you should let me sneak you out tonight. Not to go anywhere special. Swing sets and benches. Planets, stars and planes in the sky. Wake up comes quick for both of us. Don’t tell your parents. Leave a note: “chasing stars with JL. Love, S.”
Fisheyes,
I like how we’re the same size/height, so that when you become mine… expect to have some of your clothes missing ^_~ (jk, I just want a sweater).
And plus. I like you, hurry and ask me to be your girlfriend, I’m very impatient x3 !
Dear World,
My unrequited friends, the weary in love, the confused in pieces and the tender of heart: just breathe. I’m sorry you feel pain. Smile. Laugh. Why hurt? You are aware of something wonderful in this chaotic world. You have loved. You possess the ability to love. I promise you no matter how many times you are hurt in life, no matter how many times you fall in the darkness, you will never lose that ability. You will always have love. Remember that and hold tight, won’t you? Someone close wishes to share their abilities with you. I know it.
B,
I don’t know what to do. Everyone’s telling me we would look cute together. They’re telling me to go for it and spill out my feelings for you. But how am I supposed to do that when you’re so unapproachable? You have that untouchable aura, maybe even a wall surrounding you. I can’t get across it.
Maybe one day you’ll build a door and leave it open. So I can confess.
M,
What’s Spongebob without Patrick? What’s Piglet without Pooh? What’s me without you?
Letters to crushes II.
Hipster,
I know you’re a closed shop, but I keep hoping and hoping you’ll fall for me. I think that can happen. I’ve been told I smell good. I think I can be pretty funny sometimes. I genuinely care about you. I like to think I’m not annoying.
But, it all just comes right back to the fact that you’re not open for business.
maybe you just need the right set of keys.
Boy I rode by on my bike last night,
When you said “hello” to me, I smiled and thought to myself, “how strange it is that this is the first time a pedestrian has ever spoke to me while I was in motion, and how great is it that it’s a cute boy?”
Then I blinked and realized my legs had kept moving and the wheel had kept spinning and I was 10 feet past you.
I should have stopped thinking, stopped pedaling, and said hello, too. I’m sorry for being rude.
Girl that rode by you on her bike last night
Dear you,
You don’t know who I am, and I’m pretty sure you don’t even notice me, but it doesn’t change the fact that I… Well, I kinda like you. I’ve seen you around but I’ve never had the courage to introduce myself, which is my fault, because who knows, we could have been good friends by now. I don’t know you very well, but I can see from where I stand that you’re different, and that’s a good thing. And if we ever do meet, and you turn out to be the exact opposite, I will always have this memory of you frozen in my heart:
Being perfect, being the first and last thing I think about everyday, and being the man of my dreams.
Why write this? because I know that things could only go 2 ways: either I never find the guts to even introduce myself to you and this just ends up to be one of those silly school girl crushes that I forget, or, by some miracle, we end up meeting, be together, and this is one of the crazy stories I tell you of how I wrote a blog about how much I liked you before you even realized that I’ve been the girl you’ve been looking for.
Letters to crushes.
Adorable boy,
I have this daydream where you’ll help me in something school related, and you’ll pretty much save my academic life, and it will be a success. And I’ll tell you that I love you so much at that moment, and you’ll think that I’m just saying that because you helped me, but I’ll really mean it in more than one way. And then I’ll buy you ice cream and tell you how amazing you are. And then I’ll kiss you and you’ll kiss me back, and you’ll taste of chocolate chip cookie dough.
I must say, it’s a rather sweet daydream. Sweeter than that ice cream in my fridge.
I think you should help me turn this fantasy into reality.
Smart girl,
I want to learn to paint so I can paint for you.
I want to learn to sing so I can sing for you.
I want to learn to write songs so they can be about you.
I want to hold art in my hand and control it just so I can create visual metaphors for your beauty.
For now, I will just write to you. We stare at paintings together in museums to find their meanings, and I wish I knew the meaning of us.
Do you think we’ll ever be in a painting? Do you think I will have painted it? I hope that some day you know this is how I feel. Until then, my brain creates hypothetical songs and watercolors for you.
Dear Self,
You’re going to be fine.
Sure you’re a little moody, and a little crazy, and a little unsure of everything you want.
(Being honest, who isn’t?) But you’re fine.
The answers will come. You will understand what you’re supposed to be doing.
You’ll find someone to love. And you’ll figure it out eventually.
You will, and you know it.
In the meantime, keep smiling.
Love, Self
