Dear You,
Hello again, it's been a spell, but here I am. Writing to you all the things I could never say. Maybe one day we'll know each other enough that you can read these. Right now, I don't know who you are, or where we stand. I don't know what you think of who I'm becoming as a person, or if you think I'm pretty. It's the petty things that my heart aches to know. I want to know the deep stuff too. I want to know who you were before me, when you were wild and free. What have I taken from you? What do you regret? What do you want from my life? All these questions I'm scared to ask you. We don't talk. Like ever. I want to really talk to you about everything. I want to tell you about my day and for you to tell me about yours. I want is to talk about my life plans. About our fears and ambitions. I want to feel welcome in your presence, like I can say anything free of judgement.
-me.
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All The Things I Wish I Could Say To You
General FictionDear You, These are all the things I wish I could say to you. I never will. However. Feelings demand to be felt, much like words demand to be said. -me.
