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Saturday, May 22nd, 2004

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9:03a
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I don't know if you know it, but I am being a horrible person to you. It's awful to think that although I do like you, I'm basically using you as my own consolation prize for when I feel like I can't have M. Sometimes people just need cuddles, and you make yourself very available to me in that department. This all makes me either a slut or a pimp depending on how you look at it. I'm thinking pimp because neither of you are getting anything yet you're sticking around. Maybe that classifies me as a tease, I don't know. But I do know I don't really like the situation. We just need to make it through Prom next week and the Thespian senior dinner and then I'm very very done with all of this. I'd rather be in love with M and not be dating anyone than be in love with him and dating both of you.
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10:32a
dear person i care too much about
dear boy down the street,

~i like the way u make me laugh and smile
~i like the fact that u love to pretend to be "ghetto" *sorry about the labeling*
~i like it when u smile even with your new braces that u dont like
~i definately like your taste in music
~i loved the way your hair fell in your face and flipped out at the ends (though u cut it recently)


~i hate how u dont know me as well as u act like u do
~i hate how much of a pimp u are with EVERY girl u know
~i hate how u never find the time for me out of school
~i hate how u always ditch me and talya for other girls
~i hate it how u dont tell me much about your life as i do with u
~i hated how u went out with that bitchy ass slut multiple times not realizing how she had u whipped and in the palm of her hand, and u feel for her game everytime
~i hate it how we're not that close because im a year older and u would rather hang out with the people your age


i wish i didnt care for u as much as i did... i worry too much about u. i want u to be happy and have fun, but i wish u would spend more time with me and your other older friends. i want u to find someone else, and make sure that u are completely and utterly over her. i would hope one day u would see how much i really care about u and how i just want us to be closer...

Current Mood: indescribable
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2:10p
hunter,

i know you couldnt get your head straight. it doesnt even matter if you want me or not anymore. all i know is. you waited to long. im not only going to like you forever. so make up your mind. i want you to tell me its over so i can get over you.

i liked you so much and tried so hard. and i have nothing to show for it.

</3, kelsey

Current Mood: aggravated
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3:35p
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5:39p
Dear you,

I know we havent had the greatest relationship in the world, and I always seem to give in to you. I really just want to be done, never talk to you again, to get over you...but that wont ever happen. I am easily manipulated and you know that. You lied to me more than once...You know so much about me yet...you know nothing of who I really am. You forced me into things and when I broke it off you victimized yourself even though I had many good reasons to just leave you alone. I'm still in love with you and I dont know why. You broke my heart more than once... Why are you so difficult. Just one more thing. Dont hurt Dana like you hurt me or Ashley. She doesnt deserve it and neither did we. She puts nothing but kindness, comfort, support, and love into your relationship...just like I did. You dont need to tell me things out of pity. I dont need your pity. I can deal with out it.
Good Bye for good...hopefully.

~Heather

Current Mood: Gah...he sucks.
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6:24p
Hannah...

You make, are, and rock my world. Your smile is my reason for being, it's my purpose, my job to put it on your face. Hearing your laugh makes the days I have to spend without you worthwhile.

I know you're feeling fragile at the moment, isolated, perhaps, in the middle of another country, and I think I just needed to tell you how important you are to help you through the last few days we have to be apart. When I'm down you can cheer me up quicker than anyone else. When I'm doing silly, retarded things you laugh at me and humour me. When I need to feel loved, you solve that by just looking at me. I'm so happy you found me...I love you so much, and you know I'm waiting for you when you come home.

Travel safe, my perfect girl

I miss you

Ben
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9:52p
Desperate, crawling on my knees...
Dennis,

I've thought you were amazing since day one. About three or four years ago, you joined the Tae Kwon Do class that I was in. You wouldn't look anyone in the eyes. You were insanely shy and your voice was meak and small. You stood, awkward and apprehensive. I admired you from afar for about a few weeks, when I left the class due to achedemic factors.

You slipped my mind for three long years. I joined the same class again this past February. To my surprise, you where there.

Truthfully, I actually didn't recognize you at first because I remembered you from class years ago. I recognized you from the year before, when we went to the same school: you were a year ahead of me and I saw you in the hallways occasionally. I found you stunning, and beautiful. Line of vision cast downward, pushing your way through the halls, brushing your arm against mine. Your eyes met mine for the first time and I knew I would not forget them soon. I would float from class to class knowing that I had been seen by you.

I didn't actually make the connection between the you I knew years ago and the you I was crazed about the year before until our instructor was talking to me after class.

"Dennis has made phenominal improvement, hasn't he?"

Yes, you had. You has muscle problems and couldn't stretch out your back leg before - I remembered just then. The transformation was drastic, but deep down, I suppose I subconsiously knew it was you. I came into class and saw you from the back and the same sensation I felt in my stomach years ago filled me once again.

You turned around, and walked with so much more confidence. Your eyes met mine once again, and I nearly fell over.

Again, I watched you in class, intently while you did your form and while you free sparred. You were often partnered with me in the beginning, since I was the lowest rank and needed to be taught everything all over again and you were the highest rank. You lead me through the basic movements of hand-to-hand, three-step-sparring, and learning my first form. Twice a week, I felt your hands in mine again, your body moving synchronized with mine, leading me as if I were blind. Your eyes, electric and blue, met mine day after day.

Me, living in my web of false reality, fell deeper and deeper for you, all the while creating your ideal personality - since I didn't actually know you.

After about a month or two exchanging smiles, glances and wanting you from a distance, I decided I had nothing to lose, and I asked for your screen name. It was after class one day. I remember the dialog perfectly.

"Hey, do you have AOL instant messanger?"
A huge ass smile spreads across your face.
"Yes."
"Can I... have your screen name?"
"If you want it."
"...I do."
We both smile.
"Well, do you have a pen and paper?"
"Errr, I might"
I rummage through my coat pockets and am only able to find a sharpie.
"Will this do?"
"Sure. Have some paper?"
"My arm will work."
"Okay."
I hold my arm out to you. You grab it and start to write*
"Would you like mine, as well?"
"Yes."
I take your arm and write my own.
"I hate peas?"
"You know 1337?"
"Yeah."
"Awesome."
Then, there were lots of smiles, as well as the "oooh's" and "ahhhh's" of the eight-year-old near us.

We then talked online frequently, getting to know eachother better. You weren't exactly who I thought you were - you were even more brilliant.

Things seemed perfect, but then Joe had to get involved. He also attended our class. He got my screen name and talked to me as well, finding me "deep", "smart", as well as "breath-taking and amazing." He became obsessed with me, and complained to you about it frequently, since you are great, close friends and you also know me.

One day, I was at Joe's house, just hanging around with him and a few other people. Everyone else left, and it was just us, laying around in his room listening to my favourite band, Dream Theater. He was saying all the "right" things, and being the whore that I am - I couldn't contain myself. I knew he was an innocent boy who found me amazing, and I could have him any way I wanted if I chose. He asked for permission to kiss me, and I said yes without thinking. We weren't involved, and I didn't even really think that you desired me as anything more than a friend.

So, Joe and I kissed, again and again until I had to leave. I feel terribly about it now - it rips me to shreds. He thought I meant something by it, and I didn't. He then learned that I desired you - his best friend - instead of him. It destroyed him for weeks. During these weeks, we talked every night online and saw eachother twice a week at class.

Joe and I remained friends, which I'm glad about. I next time I went to his house, you ended up being there, as well. It was the first time we were really hanging out, away from Tae Kwon Do classes. You were so vibrant, full with energy and life. Brilliant.

The next morning, you IMed me, simply saying "I know." I knew Joe had told you. But, strangely enough, it didn't matter to me whether you knew or not. So I told you it was true, and that I was sorry if I was seeming awkward. You replied with "No, it makes me feel good." And you used a lot more smile icons after that.

You talked to me more often. I felt loved.

Last Friday, you, and only you, accompanied me to Relay for Life. We arrived at 6:30, and stayed together the entire night, until 11:00. We sat close on that green hill until dusk when it was a bit chilly. We walked to your house. I followed you up the stairs. "If you hear my parents come home, we have to run down the stairs as fast as possible." I sat on your bed, gazing at you and all of your belongings while you found me a hooded sweatshirt and yourself your leather jacket. While you counted out some money to put into your wallet. I felt so high. It was unbelievable. We walked back to our place on the hill, again sitting close, talking and laughing. My favourite part was when all the stadium lights went out and the people walked around the track with lit candles. It was amazing and beautiful, and I'm elated I got to share those moments with you. Laughing as we imagined someone dropping their candle and the entire ring track catching on fire. =] We found Vinny and Keirnan and went to the dark and foggy baseball field. Abandoned, just the four of us. You became a ninja, swinging your jump rope and skip-it. Killing Vinny, and advancing on me. "You wouldn't hurt me." You dropped your weapons and starred me in the eye for a moment or two, then falling into me, hugging me and holding me, rocking me back and fourth.

I felt so complete in your arms, did you know that?

Vinny and Keirnan left us, and we were back on our hill, laying close, starring at the stars through the fog. We sat up, and you tickled and poked my stomach for what seemed like hours until I couldn't breathe and I collapsed into your lap and lay there, while you rested your hand on my head, and the other examined my hands. Did you feel as full as I did then? Feeling me breathe into you, did you feel like you were floating? I felt save and sound with you. And what about when I rolled down the hill and you came and carried me back up.

The very next day, we met again at Joe's. It was Joe, Matarazzo, Joshua, you, and me. You flirted with me so much that day. I couldn't stop smiling. During that entire day, you shot me with a watergun ten million times - plus you pinned me down and took me hostage. You sat on me twice, for prolonged periods of time - maybe about ten minutes each. You gnawed on my arms numerous times because I guess I just taste so good. You wrapped that weird metal thing around me and dragged me around the backyard and just everywhere. While we were all walking around, you ran up behind me and carried me upside down twice, both for so long that I couldn't walk straight afterwards. So, you would carry my like a baby until I could walk. You also just picked me up a few times because I'm "fun sized". Last but not least, you "stole" a hug once. =]

Everyone was telling me that you wanted me. That you were flirting with me like crazy. And I believed them. But then...

This is already long enough as it is.Collapse )

And people are still trying to tell me that it's only because you know that Joe is caught up on me still and you don't want to hurt anyone. People are still saying that it's okay, you're just shy. I don't know what to think - but that really hurt.


I want you so badly, and I wish you would just STOP sending mixed signals.



...I started writing this letter at seven o'clock. It is now nine fifty-one. So, I shall end it.

Constantly thinking of you,
Melissa

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