Why Writing a 'Unsent Letter' Can Help You When you write a unsent letter you are able to say what you feel, without holding anything back. No worries of hurt feelings, getting fired, being rejected, etc. Getting these emotions off your chest anonymously helps with stress relief, depression, guilt, and more.
No man has time for more than one woman’s bullshit. It is not you anymore. Go find someone else to be on your side and listen to all of your venting about which loser you fucked last night in your drunken stupor. We are going to make a quiet peaceful life together, and have children. You don’t even know what love is, only obsession. When you start being respectful and stop acting like the world revolves around you, we will be cordial to you but never close.
Just over two years ago you came into my life and swept me off my feet. That night in park when we were lying in the grass together, you told me I was beautiful and then you kissed me…that was a magical moment. It took my breath away. I wanted nothing more than you, for the rest of our lives.
But I blew it. I know that. I hurt you in the worst way possible. But please, you have to know that I am so sorry. I know sorry probably isn’t going to cut it and that my actions will have to speak for me, but I have changed. My love for you never faded. Not once. Over the last two years, I’ve thought about you often, wondering what could have been.
There have been so many things I wanted to say to you. I wanted to make it better. I wanted to fix the parts of you that I broke. But, in turn, I wanted you to make it better for me, to fix the parts of me that you broke. It always comes back to you. When things suck, you magically reappear. You have no idea how happy that makes me. It heals me just a little bit more each time you’re there, even though you aren’t there in person.
I absolutely believe in fate and karma and soulmates. I don’t know that you do and that’s okay. Not everyone does. Not everyone can. But for me, believing in those things helps me keep the faith. I know us being together could never work right now. And that’s okay, too. I am willing to wait. To me, you are worth the wait. You always have been. You always will be.
I love you, Joseph.
All my love, my heart, my soul,
Brianna
Babe,
Its really time for you to leave. I know that you keep telling me that its close. But I believe that he will drag it out and make it as hard as possible for you. And the longer you wait to pull the trigger, the longer it will take to put this all behind us. You know, i have told you many times, that each day it is harder to stay your friend. But what you dont know is there is a clock in my heart that has started counting down, and i cant stop it. I only hope for you to be free before that clock runs out. So please feel what I feel, know what i know, and believe that it’s time to leave.
Trust me “Im always right”
You got together with him six months ago (because, may I add, you were bored) and you’ve been making the people around you utterly miserable ever since.
Do you even realize how fucking annoying you two are?! Look, you even have me SWEARING and I never do that!
All our friends hate you as a couple. I’m not exaggerating. We never see one of you without the other. You make out in public, you are always attached at the hip, and my God, he licks your face. HE LICKS YOUR FACE. There is something wrong with that picture.
You scare me when you talk about marrying him. First of all, you’re fifteen. Next, he’s your first boyfriend and you’re his first girlfriend. Ever heard of puppy love? Thirdly, and mots importantly, he’s not good for you. In fact, he’s really bad for you.
You used to be my friend and now I can never talk to you or hang out with you without HIM getting nosy or jealous or paranoid! You honestly aren’t good for each other. What do you see in him? He’s overprotective, rude, stupid, and mean!
He’s hurting you and your family. He’s stressing out your parents; he’s making you cry. He’s so insecure and he has to make you even more insecure to make you stay with him.
I just wish you two would break up. You don’t see it, but you’d honestly be so much happier without him. You wouldn’t hit him or cry over a fight with him or buy a new dress to make him happy or let him lick your face or be bipolar or jealous or angry or rude or any of those things that make it hell to be your friend now.
Yeah. Right now, it’s hell to be your friend.
When you’re with him, you’re codependent, dysfunctional, bipolar, and just plain irritating. I can’t STAND being around you when you’re with him.
Pretty soon I won’t be able to stand being around you at all.
I’m sorry to have to say it, but that’s the way it is.
I hate your boyfriend.
You have no idea what I’m thinking right now. But I guess that’s my fault for not telling you. We’ve been best friends for five years now, and I should be able to tell you anything. But I can’t. Because I’m afraid it’ll tip that unstable balance our friendship has become.
I try not to upset you, because these days you’re easily upset. I’m the constant in your life; unchanging. You can depend on me. You can trust me. And I’m SICK of it.
We’re so different. You like sports, coffee, and hats, I like books, smoothies, and jeans. You swear. I don’t. I’ve liked maybe three boys in my lifetime. You change crushes like you change clothes. But not this time.
This time, we both like the same guy (At least I think we do, but you don’t trust me enough to TELL me. I can read you like a book, though. So don’t think it’s not obvious). We like the same guy, and you’re a huge flirt, and I’m the shy one, and our roles are set, and it’s just a huge mess.
I’m tired of being your doormat. I’m tired of giving everything up so you’ll be happy. I usually let you walk all over me. But not anymore.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not going to start a fight over some stupid boy. But I’m not giving up before I’ve even tried. It’s just a shame you don’t know that I’ve decided to stand up for myself.
You know… we really need to talk.
But since we don’t anymore, I’ll send this letter out to the world, and hope that maybe someday you’ll see it.
I sit in my car everyday wondering why I keep looking over to see if you’re there. I keep telling myself that it’s plain curiosity and all I want is friendship. Afterall, it’s all I can ever ask for. I think it began that first time I saw you, sitting there reading your newspaper. Of course, I was five months pregnant so why would I even fathom you looking at me in any way possible. As I sat next to you, I gave you one shy look and felt my heart beat. I’m convinced that at the time, I didn’t think anything of it. But now, nearly a year later, I don’t know what’s happened. I can’t help but be in the same places as you. You know, I time my work schedule around yours, in hopes to bump into you. And how could I not see you when your desk is at the entrance? I simply do not know what has gotten into me. You fascinate me in the ways I will never understand. At times, I wonder if you looking at me is simply out of friendliness or is it that you, too, feel the gravity. Because if not, why is it that you park your car next to mine every single day when there are so many parking spots available? Why do you begin a conversation when I’m about to get up and leave? Why do I feel you looking at me from across the room when you’re filing? Why do you always follow after me when I leave for the day, and always have something to talk about? Why is it that every time you look me in the eye, it’s like you’re looking into my soul and in return, you open yourself up so that I may get a glimpse of yours as well. Because, if this is not my imagination and you do feel the gravity pulling you to me, as i feel it for you, where does that leave us? It doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been married for almost ten years and I for six. It doesn’t change the fact that you have two beautiful boys and I have two beautiful girls. It doesn’t change the fact that our lives are so set apart, how can this gravity be? I can’t find the words to describe how I ache for a new day to come so that I may see you. I wish I could reach out my hand and carress your face. We are two rights in these wrong lives. How can it be…this gravity is overwhelming. I know you will never approach the subject, I’ve learned from our conversations that you are not the seeker. I know that, while the gravity exists, nothing will come of it. I know that, you will probably never know how I feel for you, as much as I will never know if you feel the same for me. Yet, it is tonight, that I will confess to you, that without knowing you, I think I’ve fallen for you. And in some imaginary dream, we are together, if just for one night. You are my tall, dark and handsome.
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