Sunday, August 21, 2011

Dear You

(A post via Heather.)

Dear You,
It always make me sad to think of our friendship which was cut off so suddenly. You were gone before I even knew you were going.
It was all out of your control, though. Which makes me feel better and at the same time worse.
I miss you; do you remember me?
I'm sure you do though this all happened two (or was it three?) years ago. It frustrates me that I can google your name and come up with your prestigious family tree, but have no way of contacting you. Probably ever again.
That's the beauty and sorrow of online friendships: they're like signaling with a lantern across a dark abyss and receiving a reply glimmering back at you. Then one day you signal in vain, the only reply is a continued darkness.
Maybe I'm just living in the past but kindred spirits are not a dime a dozen, you know. I miss our messages back and forth, our jokes, our intangible bonding.
Dare I wish for the impossible? I will! I hope our paths cross again someday.
(If I ever make it to France, don't be surprised if I come knocking on your door.)

Much love from your friend,

Now to pass it on - Jade, Kim, Shopgirl, and Ever, I ask you to write a letter to whoever about whatever. It must begin with "Dear you" and you can only use pronouns.
(And any other reader who would like to do this... do it, please! I know I always say that, but gosh... I always feel like I'm probably missing the person who really wanted to do it. Just let me be content in my paranoia, thank you! :P)

Funnily enough, a few days before this tag was passed on to me, I found an unfinished "Dear You" letter I had written a few months earlier. It got lost in a pile of papers (a typical fate!), so I finished it and decided I might as well post it now, along with the other letter.

Dear You,
Whenever I write, I always feel the need to address myself to you.
You, you! It's so ambiguous. You could be male or female. You could be my mother, you could be the dog next door.
Sometimes I'm not even sure who you are. You are my lover, you are my enemy. You are a sonnet, you are prose. You are sufficient; you will never be enough.
But you know... you always know. I can tell you those things I always wanted. Whoever you are, I need you. Because, in writing to you, I feel a little less lonely: you're reading along.
Thank you.

Ever and Ever,

{Painting is 'Woman Writing at a Table' by Thomas Pollock Anshutz.}


  1. Very interesting and fun! Recently I have been swamped suddenly with so much work that I have had to neglect writing/blogging, wish I had see this great prompt earlier. I loved your letter, I hope it is true that you made such a great connection, in France no less!

  2. I love both letters. Your words are so profound and now I realize another reason why I love your writing... Because it can be scary to uncover your soul in such a way... shows your bravery and I admire you for that. :)

    I understand what you mean about online friendships; some of mine have ended unexpectedly and it hurts. I've often connected more deeply with online friends than in person friends. Not sure exactly why that is.

    I think I'll try this out in my journal and will most likely post it on my blog.

  3. Uhmm, I agree with Jade (to everything that she said! hehe). Losing a friend is one of the things I'm afraid of.

    You are lovely. ♥♥♥

  4. Shopgirl: I hope life calms down for you soon. :) Thank you! So cool, non? France! That's my dream-destination and I thought it was so awesome when I found out that she was from there.

    Jade: Oh, thank you so much! I am really happy you admire my honesty. I do it often without even trying to... Probably because it's when I write that I throw off my usual reticence and try to speak from the depths of my heart.

    Same here! I don't know why it's so; I just know I'm glad to be able to find friends in any way, shape, or form. :)

    That sounds like a good way to do it!

    haze: I'm always afraid of it happening again, and actually it sort of has... only not quite as badly. That's life, I guess. :|

    Awww, thank you. You are too, you know. ♥♥♥

  5. This is a very good idea. I might write some letters too.

  6. You definitely should! {And I'm so happy to see you around again, dear mckenzie! When I saw you had commented, my first reaction was a "whoa!". Don't worry - that's a pleased response, I was just slightly surprised. ;)}

  7. Well, if I had a blog (I toy with the idea now and then...but...) If I had a blog, I would do this. Probably. :)
    I liked both your letters, especially the first. Ironically, just last night I was reading about how poems addressed to you are verboten. I disagreed. I still do. These are beautiful. The first one makes me very curious. But I know what you mean about online friendships...

  8. Seeing myself in your last post just isn't normal. Thank you, Melee! Your comments mean so much.

    I do hope you'll feel a lot better soon.
    (No need to answer this if you don't feel to)
    xx !?!? (My english grammar is going from worse to worst! ahh! It's okay, it's just you and me. hehe)

  9. Jenica: And if you had a blog, I would love reading your letter!
    Thank you. :) Oh, interesting! I definitely disagree with that too. To each his own, I guess.
    I can tell you about it, if you want! Just remind me sometimes. (Or would that take all the fun intrigue away for you? Haha.)

    haze: I'm not sure whether that's a bad thing or not!
    As do yours, darling. <3

    Thank you, sweetie. And of course I want to reply to these words of comfort! Hehe, we all have those days where the words issuing forth are in no recognizable or accepted form. :)

  10. Your previous posts do not allow comments so I just had to speak to you here. I understand the dizzying feeling of being lost and unsure. This whole Summer has been a maze, but I've finally emerged stronger, happier, and more sure and surrounded by magic than ever. Just keep moving, don't stop. Write, read, draw, walk, anything. You will be okay <3

  11. Oh, dearest Jhordyn - thank you. I need those words of encouragement a lot, especially from a beautiful soul who has been through it all and is better because of it. <3


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.

("I can no other answer make but thanks, and thanks, and ever thanks." -Shakespeare, Twelfth Night)