Letters That Will Never Be Sent

October 12, 2009 - No Comments (be the first!) by Mishelle - Me, Myself, and I

Dear Grocery Store Clerk,

Don’t you know that there’s this scary flu thing going around? I don’t care if your cough is a smoker’s cough. Or allergies. I. Just. Don’t. Care. What I do care about is you coughing without covering your damn mouth. I mean, come on? You are touching the food that I will take home to MY kids. So, if you do have the swine flu and are contagious you are putting us and countless others in danger.

As a matter of fact. I think I’m going to sign off this letter and call your manager.

Sincerely,
Paranoia in Dawsonville

P.S. If I get sick I’m gonna come and kick you in the neck.

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Dear [You],

We had developed such a good, solid friendship. I’d told you things that I’d never even told anyone else. I thought you were my person. I thought you’d be there for me, forever. And when that ended, you didn’t even say goodbye. I said goodbye the best way I knew how, but you still haunt me. You were my person, or so I thought?

Recently we crossed paths. That initial wave got me; it hit me hard. My heart was torn out and it bled all over the parking lot. Did you notice? All I wanted to do was run up to you, wrap my arms around you, and tell you everything that’s happened since we last spoke, but the only thing I could muster up was a simple wave and a nod. After all, my heart was on the ground between us.

I’ll never forget you. Your friendship is something that I would love to see return. I’ll remember those late night heart-to-hearts, I’ll remember our little inside jokes, I’ll remember everything, and I’ll try to my hardest to forget the days that have gone by without [you] in them.

Love,
[Me]