Dear Blue-Sweatered Boy,
You don't believe me. You suspect I am insincere. If only I could show you how much I value everything you've given me. Even if I could, you would probably still doubt me, wouldn't you? I don't blame you; I'm the same way. I just wish you could understand how talented I think you are.
There's something about the way you write that feels so free like somehow you're just letting go of everything. Whenever I read stuff from you, I just wish I could let go that way or make someone feel like I have... if that makes sense at all. You don't seem to care what people think or how what you've written comes across. I know you really do care, but you write so no one would ever know it. You write with such emotion, I can't help but feel when I read it all.
You're so talented, and you have such big dreams for life. I know that you're going to do so much. Even if you don't get everything you want, you're going to go so far. I hope you believe that, I really do.
-The Girl You Don't Believe
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Letters From an Anonymous Reality
RandomJust some letters I could never send. (As always, my friend painted the cover.)
