Letter to My Dreams

Dear D,

I am waiting for you. Please don’t let me down. 

There is such graceful beauty in unknown. So much potential is what is yet to come. 

But you aren’t real, and it’s up to me to bring you to life. I am so scared that I will never live up to potential I have set for myself, D. But I am no longer a child, and I know that wishing on stars and frosted confectionaries do nothing more than spread germs and false hope. 

I’m up for the challenge.

-L

Letters #3 & #4

Dear Bloggers,

I’m a chicken, a big fluffy delicious chicken. 

and what I mean by that is, blog world, I have spent the last 3 days mulling over what to put in a letter to my parents and little sister.

It’s not that I have nothing to write, it’s that I have everything to write. Enough to fill a thousand parcel pages with more volatile emotion than I knew I could possess. But there are too many secrets, too much pain, and not enough reward to give me enough courage to write what I actually feel to your open eyes.

So I’m playing foul, and skipping these two letters, because I would never want someone to see that painfully honest side of me, especially them. 

-L

Day 2: Letter to My Crush

Dear J,

I promised myself I would try ever so hard to not have any repeat receivers on this list, and here you are falling in first and second place for my love letters.

You are a handsome devil, filled with enough love and joy to power small steamboat from here to Vancouver. Your face is strong and daring, your eyes like four leaf clovers, and a smile better than those advertised by Crest White Strips.

I love learning from you, you’ve taught me so much about life, and even more about myself. Thank you for holding my secrets as dear to your heart as you hold me.

I’m crushing on you because you’re the best part of every one of my days. You make me feel like a woman. You’re sweeter than Americone Dream and more exciting than a Double Rainbow. 

I’m so glad it worked out, mon petit chou chou.

<3 L

Day 1: Letter to my Best Friend

I'm beginning my month of letters! here goes!

Dear C, G, S, & J,

I am so lucky to have you. Even more lucky because there are 4 of you. I could not pick one best friend, because I would be lying to myself about the role that every one of you has and will play in my life. Each of you has been by my side as we waded through fire swamps of hypothetical and actual emotional, physical, and spiritual life. I could never have made it past the trials I have faced without your coddling, molding, scolding, and smiles.

You are my rocks. and not just the big rocks that keep me tethered safely to friends like you, but also tiny rocks that I bury beneath the fresh soil of my future, to make sure the water doesn’t turn sour in the pot. 

So much, I wish that I have given back to you but an ounce of the love you have given to me. I hope that I turn your rotten lemon days into weekends of shaved ice, your frowns into bocce ball filled hot trubs, and your raccoon trouble into the most powerful of sunglasses. 

Please know that at the worst and best of times, all of your voices have brought me tears from nothing more than the sheer joy I have from knowing you. And you should know that your happenstance phone caIls were never a surprise, because I spend most my days consistently hoping that you will call. You always call. When I am lost in my thoughts, bored at work, filled with sunshine amounts of happiness, or driving home from Urban Outfitters after the loss of my grandmother, you always call when I need you most. 

I will never forget the last time we saw each other, although it is likely that I have forgotten the first time we met. But more than that, I will never forget the way I feel when I am with you.

I promise to always be your best friend. I will always chose you, every last one. I am more loyal than a parrot to his pirate. I will never stop fighting for you.        

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Thank you for being the gorgeous lights the shine brightly from my chest. Thank you for choosing me too.  

<3 L