July 18, 1985
Hey Harry,
It’s really hard to please everyone. I’ve been doing my best to be the kind of daughter that my parents would be proud of. But you know what? It’s seems like the more I try, the harder it is for them to see my effort. And the worst part of it, you ask? They think I’m the most horrible daughter ever. I’m tired, Harry. My heart is badly wounded. I’m afraid it will just self-destruct one day. Have you ever felt like you don’t belong to the world you’re currently in? Every morning, I’d wake up and just cry my heart out. Of course I’m grateful that I’m alive; and that I have everything I need to keep me going. But there’s nothing like being accepted for who you are and being loved in return. Would it be too much if I ask God for that?
Here’s to hoping one day a miracle will come my way. Thank you for listening, Harry. You may not be here with me physically, but you’re always present here in my heart. And you know what? That’s all that matters to me.
I love you more than the car loves the highway.
Hopeful forever,
K
(Written at the back of a music sheet)
NOT MAILED
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Hey Harry
Teen FictionA collection of letters written by a woman who, for some reason, never had it all mailed to the man she was in love with.
