Thursday, October 21, 2010

Letters never sent.

Dear Library,
I love you. Even though you don't always have the books I want.
<3

Your Devoted Friend,

Me
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Dear Young Man Who Works at My Library,
Why, yes. I was afraid to approach the front desk where you were stationed and ask you if any of my holds were in the back. It's nothing against you personally, I have a slight apprehension of almost all young men. {Don't ask.}
And - I really can form a sentence that doesn't contain the word 'um'; I was nervous!

Sheepishly yours,

Me
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Dear Onion I Chopped for Dinner the Other Night,
Well, I'm glad to know my tear ducts are still in perfect working order.
But, was being that pungent really necessary??

Tearfully yours,

Me
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Dear Very-Pregnant Woman Who Goes to Our New-ish Church,
The first time I saw you, I greatly admired your extremely long, blonde hair.
Why, oh, why did you cut it short and dye it red?

With regret,

Me
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Dear Little Boy Who Sat in Front of Me at the Theater,
I must say, I liked your hat an awful lot! That style is usually worn by old men, but it complemented your 5 year old self quite adorably. {I don't really know your age, of course. But you can't be much older than 5.}

Your Secret Admirer,

Me

8 comments:

  1. I once I had a post like this, but I deleted it because it was just horrible lol, not like this at all. <3

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  2. Great post, and so true! I can relate to almost every scenario. :) I'm one of those people who would go into the library every week and look for the same book(s) without finding it. I guess eventually I have to place a request, but I like looking for it on the shelves. Especially in bookstores when I have to climb up a ladder to reach it. :)

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  3. i can relate very well on those scenarios: i feel nostalgic about those days i almost owned a corner especially on the special collections section and those lazy afternoons when i would slump on a desk by the southern side and enjoy reading short stories and poetry in the comfort of an open air...that warm feeling brought by a few rays of sun seeping in through the windows..<3

    --this makes me miss the library!! ooh i haven't been into one for over a year (or two) now :( i should find time one of these days!! thanks for sharing this post, Melee :)

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  4. not wendy: Awww, haha... thank you! Maybe you should try again sometime. I had an awful lot of fun writing this. :)

    Marian: I usually end up having to place requests - but I do so love wandering the aisles and perusing the shelves too! Ooh, so far I've never had to climb a ladder to get to a book. They have ladders at our Barnes & Noble and I've always had to resist the urge to climb on them. =D

    The Midnight Writer: You're welcome! That sounds like absolute perfection. Oh, goodness. I want to go to the library now too! :)

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  5. This is absolutely delightful Melee! <3

    Thank you for your sweet comment on my blog. I always love your comments! You are such a treasure. <3

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  6. Thank you so much, Camille!! You are very welcome - though it is my pleasure to comment on your beautiful blog. And there is no else I'd rather discuss Kate Morton novels with on goodreads! :)
    <3

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  7. oh how i love the things you say. x

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  8. Thank you! You are very sweet. :)

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Silhouettes of a secret. A story told over a cuppa. Or perhaps just sitting on that stone bench, basking in the moonlight... and not saying anything at all.


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