<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004593693202602525</id><updated>2023-03-18T11:14:32.609+02:00</updated><category term="Relationships"/><category term="Lost Love"/><category term="On-Line Form Submission"/><category term="Mourning"/><category term="Family"/><category term="Friendship"/><category term="Life As It Is"/><title type='text'>Letters We Never Sent</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Your Corona Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173139925309399068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004593693202602525.post-8900648455743691338</id><published>2014-09-10T13:32:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2014-09-10T13:42:05.316+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialing 10 Digits To Make A Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; padding: 5px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-X0HMws8raZU/VBAq-ndSR3I/AAAAAAAAA80/_gtXCAbJVis/1410345692676.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-X0HMws8raZU/VBAq-ndSR3I/AAAAAAAAA80/_gtXCAbJVis/1410345692676.gif cursor: pointer;&quot; width=&quot;320px&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid; border-radius: 2px;padding: 5px; max-width: 320px &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Pat,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Shit is weird. We haven&#39;t spoken in so long and even though from time to time I get the urge and the guts to pick up the phone &amp;amp; dial your number I only get as far as dialing the 10 digits never actually going through with executing the phone call. The urge and yearning never come with bad intentions, its honestly just wanting to hear your voice on the other end of that line to ask how you&#39;re doing, to ask what you think about &lt;u&gt;Mark&lt;/u&gt; Sanchez finally being put to rest, to ask how school is to ask how life is, the simple questions that actually feel like pulling teeth to ask when I&#39;m alone in front of you. The same questions that years ago came so natural no actual thought had to be put behind them. Nowadays I&#39;m a little older and With age has come some wisdom. So never actually pressing that green digital telephone to make the call is what I know is best not just for me but for you as well. I erase the numbers I just dialed with confidence and play out scenarios in my head of how the conversation might&#39;ve went starting with worst case scenarios first then gradually fantasizing about the perfect conversation in which we talk for hours laughing, catching up &amp;amp; being ourselves. No awkward pauses, no second thoughts or regrets just comfort in one another&#39;s voices, and hanging up the phone as friends who respect our past but most of all respect our present to never cross the line and be more than that. This scenario of course is exactly what I aforementioned, just a fantasy. I don&#39;t know why after so long I still have the urge to make that phone call or that yearning to have you in my life but it still exists and that scares me. I&#39;m a people hoarder, I have a hard time letting go of people who have once meant so much to me. I can&#39;t just take something for what it was and move on, I&#39;ve struggled with that my whole life, so maybe that is what this is. Anyway, yesterday was really fucking strange. I obviously knew I&#39;d run into you &amp;amp; your family at the party but never would&#39;ve imagined that it played out the way it did. I can see from a distance how much you&#39;ve matured and how amazing you are with those girls and I am so fucking proud of you. Honestly when they came up when I was playing with Jay I didn&#39;t know what to do from there it was an extremely bizarre situation for me I wanted to just run away, but I don&#39;t want to make it anymore awkward than it is for all of us adults. Kids are extremely intuitive if an adult is acting weird around them they&#39;re going to sense that so I tried my best to play it cool. The actual point of this letter is to kind of explain myself I just don&#39;t want there to be anymore bad blood than there already is I wasn&#39;t playing with the girls to be disrespectful to you or Danielle so please don&#39;t get the wrong idea. I respect her despite her totally understandable hatred for me but unfortunately we&#39;re going to run into this awkward situation for at least once a year for at least 15 more years, due to the actions WE made years ago. So as hard and as awkward as it is and it&#39;s going to be I just want to make the best of it. I&#39;m not asking to be friends cause I know that&#39;s unreasonable but cordial like it was yesterday benefits all parties involved. This letter is probably totally useless but getting shit down in a letter instead of letting it consume my thoughts really helps me personally so maybe this is a selfish move idk but it&#39;s honestly the only thing I could think of to make me feel better about the situation at hand. I miss you as my bestfriend. Sometimes I wonder how life would be in another world if we never took shit to where it was and we remained just friends, dialing those 10 digits wouldn&#39;t be such a big deal and we wouldn&#39;t have to deal with the awkward encounters and reminders of our fuck ups when we saw one another. Anyway I hope all is well.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Until the next awkward encounter,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Me&lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/feeds/8900648455743691338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1004593693202602525&amp;postID=8900648455743691338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/8900648455743691338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/8900648455743691338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2014/09/dialing-10-digits-to-make-call.html' title='Dialing 10 Digits To Make A Call'/><author><name>Your Corona Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173139925309399068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-X0HMws8raZU/VBAq-ndSR3I/AAAAAAAAA80/_gtXCAbJVis/s72-c/1410345692676.gif%20cursor:%20pointer;" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Jerusalem, Israel</georss:featurename><georss:point>31.754238 35.1989026</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004593693202602525.post-2322019307629993246</id><published>2013-07-12T10:21:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2013-07-12T10:21:43.968+03:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Forgiven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I want you to sit down, I want you to sit right across from me and look me in the eyes, I want you to try and see the damage you placed within me as I ask you with the biggest fear in my voice: &quot;How could you do this to me? What pleasure did you get out of it? What gave you the urge? How did you plan the events that unfolded into my life that evening? Did you think that I would go home and carry on with my normal daily activities? Did you not think that for one minute, at least, that I would report your ass?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I want to find this out, not to hate you more, but to get an understanding on what drives people, men, to hurt us like this, so maybe one day I can offer this understanding to another girl, another woman, maybe even my sister. Maybe I can teach them how to forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I thought I could never forgive you...I could never even try, but once a person moves from being a victim of rape to a survivor of rape, everything just falls into place. The forgiveness just flows into your heart. Please do not take this the wrong way, I will never forgive what you did to me...it was an experience that shaped me into the person I am today, but you are forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The experience you gave me will remain in my life forever but it is no longer my life&#39;s worry. By forgiving you, I have set myself free; I have allowed myself to walk with my head held high and say I am the survivor I have always wanted to be. I have lived almost 8 years of not forgiving you and it wore me down, I became angry, sick and deluded because in some way you still had a hold on me. You still made me panic in public, you were still making me cry and giving me nightmares, but that is because in my heart the unforgivingness of my system was allowing you to do this. Yes, it took me years...but I have forgiven you, the feeling you have given me now, the feeling of freedom and love for life is totally unexplainable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I wish I had had the guts to have let you go sooner. By not forgiving you, by holding onto the anger you placed into my heart, you made me sick, you made me a person that the people closest to me no longer wanted to be a part of anymore. I tried so many things to try and ease the pain, I tried changing the person I was in life so in a sense it wasn&#39;t me who was raped, it was a stranger, another story, another horrible detail in life. You made me feel less than a piece of dirt, an easy piece of meat. You made me vulnerable, you made me scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;You pushed the innocence away from my life and made me feel guilty for not fighting you off harder, for feeling stupid, for what I had become. I now know that I fought my hardest that night, I was tired and exhausted once you eventaully decided to get your body off mine. I used to wonder how many girls were before me...how many other lives did you damage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;You were just 17 at the time, the same age as myself. I am trying to believe that I was your last, I am hoping I was...I am praying that by me standing up and saying something, I stopped you from turning an innocent girl into what you turned me into...just another statistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;When I saw you after you had &quot;changed&quot; me, I shook with anger, I trembled with fear. I couldn&#39;t stand seeing you and I avoided it at all costs. If I ad to see you in the streets today, if I had to look up and catch your face, your hard frame of a body, then I will casually walk right past you as if you were just another stranger to my life...another number to the world. When working through you and your sin that you placed onto my life, I realized that you probably never even cared if I hated you or wished you were dead. You probably never lay awake at night wondering if you are forgiven or even wonder of I think about it, these thoughts helped, because if you are not phased by it, then why should I be? Why should I allow you to take away valuable life experiences I could be having if it wasn&#39;t for you? Why should I allow you to fill my eyes with tears while you are probably laughing at a joke that was just told?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I decided that you are not dwelling on this situation, so why should I allow it to eat me up inside...piece by piece? By not forgiving you, I felt I am in my own way building myself up, allowing this not to happen again, but everything happens for a reason and if it is meant to happen it will no matter how much hate and anger you or myself have placed in to my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I when you hear these words, you will smile and say...you see...we can be forgiven...but please do not feel flattered, the forgiveness is not for you, it is for me...for my well-being...for my life&#39;s journey from this day forward. I have now accepted that I cannot change the past but I can control my future with the choices I make today, and that is why...my friend...while you are sitting across from me, after I hear what I have wanted to know for all these years, I will stand up, and with pride, shake your hand and say...&quot;YOU ARE FORGIVEN!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I hope you are fine. And, even though I am the one who have decided not to see your face ever again and haven&#39;t even talked to you on the phone since the last time which was more than a year from now, I still want you to know that I miss you. I wish you were here, despite the fact that I&#39;ll&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;never allow that to happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I am glad that the last time when I left your house even though I was in tears, I managed to smile and tell you, &quot;its okay&quot;. But, I am also gravely sad, because you failed to understand I was lying. Right there, I knew I will never return. Actually, may be you did realize it too that I was leaving forever and yet had let me go. Nevertheless, the dilemma remains- I miss you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And, yes, at the beginning I said &#39;friend&#39; because even though you were and still are so much more than that to me, it&#39;s just I have yet not found the perfect word to describe you. Well, sure, we were friends, but you were different. In fact, now that I think and look back, I see you were always more than a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;to me. You were that person to whom I for the first time in my life I learned to calm down, rather than my Mom and Dad. Like my other friends I did never go crazy with you, but beside you I sat...and learned the world. I sat beside you and felt absolutely weightless. I sat beside you and dreamt endless. True, I was always a mess, but with you beside me I freely scattered, because I had you to gather me preciously and take home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;With you, I grooved…I was fearless more than ever. You were the person I believed who will remain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Back there, I was clumsy, spoiled, loud and brave, but yet you held my hand. You hugged me even though you knew I was too scared to hug back. Just like my Mom. You saw right through me, the real me. The person who has been loved way to much from her childhood, whose family and parents had loved her in such a way and granted her such freedom that sure she became the confident, stubborn, brave kid who was never afraid to fight and question the authorities, but inside very secretly who also was scared; very frightened that one day her family will not remain and the great love all in her surround will be vanished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Yes, I was scared that the people I love will be gone from this world one day and I will not be able to endure the pain. The fear made me tentative, messed up and emotional. I tried desperate to find things that will remain and last forever. Well, I heard true friendship lasts forever. Strangely, I was scared to be alone, yet I was scared to hold people near, thinking that one day I will have to let them go. I was being unbelievable, childish and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;illogical. My mum hugged me everyday, my family kept telling &quot;love you&quot;, but I never did anything to return any of those affections, because I was too scared. I tried appearing unemotional, told myself I am too tough to care. And those feelings were affecting me even in terms of my relationships with my friends. However, I never admitted my fear back then, though I hated lies more than anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;But still you managed see the true me, how I was being friends with people with whom I had almost nothing in common. How I was troublesome yet very emotional, seeking something true. I was so messed that I didn&#39;t even trust you in the beginning, then something happened however, you gained my trust…and that was it. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;was with you 24/7, after the classes we used to sit for hours and talk about what I couldn&#39;t even track. Well, mostly I talked and you just listened though. Its funny how you used to say in your gloomy world I was the only thing to make your day and you will be there to hold me always…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So, I miss you, I miss you smiling on my stupid deeds. I miss you trying to be tough yet giving it away to me. I miss you scolding me for whining too much, then again getting pissed because I had stopped whining according to your words. I really miss you holding me, keeping me together. I miss having lunches with you. I, too, really miss lying on your bed and you scratching my hair. I even miss crying sitting in front of you. And, yes, I miss you kissing me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Its just....I loved you. You were my friend, my shelter, and someone whom I once deeply loved and respecte, but now hate. It is impossible for me to continue to love you. But you are too important to be not present in one of my most passionate feelings. And, sadly, rather than &#39;hate&#39; , I know no other passionate and gallant feeling that can dare compete to &#39;love&#39; ; the most profound of all feelings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;To: Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;From: E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;For some reason I wish that I had never told you. All of the signs that I shouldn&#39;t tell you were there, but I didn&#39;t listen. I feel like a heel, and am afraid that I have ruined not only our friendship but whatever possibility of a relationship there might have been. I feel confident in saying that even had things turned out differently we would have never been together, but the always annoying and hateful &quot;IF&quot; is staring, ready to slap you in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I want to believe the things you said, but it just screams of being let down easy, it screams of &quot;I don&#39;t have these feelings for him, but I don&#39;t want to hurt him&quot;, and here I am content to wait and find out if you were telling the truth. A year is a long time to wait on something that might never happen, but the lesson in patience will do me good. All I want is your happiness, all I want is to find myself in a relationship that would be pleasing before God. I am a fool for this, however; other twenty year old guys don&#39;t think like I do. Am I to be alone forever, or will my willingness to wait you out pay off in the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Someone asked me what I was going to do in regards to our situation; I told them that I had decided to trust you, but in reality I think I&#39;m just waiting to call your bluff. Is that spiteful of me? I say that all I want is your happiness and yet this is how I feel about the whole situation; that I am calling your bluff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;A long time ago I had a conversation with someone about relationships; I told them how I felt that I would never get married, how I didn&#39;t think it was &quot;in the cards&quot; for me, and yet here I am thinking about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Are you my shot? If I&#39;ve blown this opportunity have I blown my shot? Does God only give us one shot at these things? I don&#39;t know the answer to that; I doubt that anyone does, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I only want to say &quot;thank you&quot; to someone who can no longer hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Thank you for what you did for me, whether or not you even knew what that was. &amp;nbsp;I barely knew you, and yet you died for me. &amp;nbsp;You didn&#39;t even die to save my life, you died so that I could have a single moment. &amp;nbsp;The moment I&#39;d dreamed of. &amp;nbsp;The dream that I&#39;d wished for so hard that I&#39;d called it a prophecy, long before I knew, that&#39;s exactly what it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Thank you for all the people who may never know how your life and death affected their lives. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I know that you died for a cause bigger than me and my &#39;prophecy&#39;. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m not so self-centered that I would think that a single moment of my life was worth yours. &amp;nbsp;My entire life would not have been worth yours. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t pretend to know why you died, or all that you accomplished, but I only know that there must be more to what happened than what I can see. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m still trying to figure out what I can, but I&#39;m only a voice crying out in the dark. &amp;nbsp;You were the light, and you&#39;re gone now. &amp;nbsp;I have to solve this great enigma on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And I&#39;m sorry. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m sorry that I needed your miracle as much as I did. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m sorry that I was so focused on my dreams that I didn&#39;t see the bigger picture. &amp;nbsp;I couldn&#39;t see that you would have to die to make my dreams come true. &amp;nbsp;And yet, it&#39;s hard not to blame myself. &amp;nbsp;As though my wishing for what happened was what killed you. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it was. &amp;nbsp;I wish I knew. &amp;nbsp;But there&#39;s so much I wish I knew. &amp;nbsp;And I know that if I knew the whole story, I might wish I didn&#39;t. &amp;nbsp;But still, I can&#39;t help but wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Sometimes I&#39;ve wondered if you really knew what you were doing. &amp;nbsp;And I&#39;ve wondered whether it was worth it. &amp;nbsp;Often I&#39;ve wondered how it is that the past could predict the future. &amp;nbsp;Was it fate? &amp;nbsp;Did you know? &amp;nbsp;Did I simply wish so hard that my dream became reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I still don&#39;t really know whether to feel guilty or grateful to you. &amp;nbsp;Maybe you knew nothing of my silly prophecy, and we were both just pawns of some greater power. &amp;nbsp;Maybe wishing hard enough for something really can make it come true. &amp;nbsp;I hope not. &amp;nbsp;But I don&#39;t know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve tried to blame it on chance, or luck, or coincidence. &amp;nbsp;But the chances were too high against what happened. &amp;nbsp;It was billions to one. &amp;nbsp;That wasn&#39;t coincidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Was it my fault? &amp;nbsp;That is the question I cannot stop asking myself. &amp;nbsp;I wish you could answer me. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps that would finally ease the guilty conscience I&#39;ve been carrying for these past two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;But another question has entered my thoughts more recently. &amp;nbsp;Does it really matter? &amp;nbsp;Does it matter whether it was my fault or not? &amp;nbsp;All that matters is what happened. &amp;nbsp;And whether I would have done it all again. &amp;nbsp;Would I have done it all again? &amp;nbsp;That&#39;s the question that really scares me. &amp;nbsp;Because I don&#39;t know the answer to that, either. &amp;nbsp;Would I have let you die if I could have stopped it? &amp;nbsp;I want to scream yes, yes, a million times yes, but there is always that dark doubt in the back of my mind. &amp;nbsp;The dark, dreaming part of my mind that wonders if maybe it really was worth it. &amp;nbsp;A single moment of perfection, worth a human life? &amp;nbsp;I want to say no, it wasn&#39;t. &amp;nbsp;A human life is worth so much more than that. &amp;nbsp;But that dark doubt won&#39;t let me go. &amp;nbsp;What can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And I know you must not wish for me to feel guilty forever. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m trying to forgive myself. &amp;nbsp;But it&#39;s hard, and I&#39;m afraid, because I still don&#39;t know if you would have forgiven me. &amp;nbsp;I still don&#39;t even know if you meant for things to happen the way they did. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps that&#39;s a stupid thing to wonder. &amp;nbsp;You were never one to withhold forgiveness, anyway. &amp;nbsp;But, there&#39;s still that dark doubt . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Was it my fault? &amp;nbsp;It all comes back to that question. &amp;nbsp;I wish you could answer me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I guess, most of all, I just want to say thank you. &amp;nbsp;If only because &#39;thank you&#39; is all I have left to say. &amp;nbsp;A long time ago, you sent me a birthday card. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know if it meant anything to either of us at the time, but it means everything to me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Make a very special wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Let your spirits soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Celebrate with all your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;That&#39;s what a birthday&#39;s for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Thank you for that very special wish. &amp;nbsp;I will celebrate it with all my heart, forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s just not the case anymore to say i still love you, i miss you or even i need you. It&#39;s been years now and naturally i think of you, of us. The laughter and the very few battles, i wonder where are you now and if i contact you? will you respond, but, i don&#39;t want to contact you. Not anymore. I want to feel the same about you then and there, a place in which i was so infatuated and fascinated about you. One look made me shiver, i miss that emotion now that power you had over me and that i was willing to give you for i was in love and i know you were too. But now as i am older and perhaps wiser i know now that i don&#39;t love you as&amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve&amp;nbsp;moved on and so have you, but i miss the time that i did and the place we were. We&#39;ll never have that again, and those times, places, tears and joys are fading. Which makes me sad but we are alive and are not static beings held to the past. So when i am back walking the&amp;nbsp;Sydney&amp;nbsp;streets that you and i used to roam about, i will think of you and of us and a time and a place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;dropcaps3&quot;&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;e only know each other only 3 days and 10 mins......&lt;br /&gt;
We are apart of the world now.&lt;br /&gt;
You are not sure about your future..&lt;br /&gt;
You don&#39;t know when u will be back home....&lt;br /&gt;
You get really hurt before,you don&#39;t trust no one anymore..&lt;br /&gt;
You have fears to invest...&lt;br /&gt;
you are not ready for this........&lt;br /&gt;
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I know we don&#39;t know each other well enough&lt;br /&gt;
I understand what you worry and how you feel.....&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t care when you will be back....&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t need your investment......&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t need your committment now.....&lt;br /&gt;
I believe time will tell everything........&lt;br /&gt;
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You keep telling me not wasting my time to wait for you...&lt;br /&gt;
You keep telling me I can desever better....&lt;br /&gt;
You can&#39;t stop me...&lt;br /&gt;
You can&#39;t change my mind...&lt;br /&gt;
I am willing to wait for u because I know it worth.....&lt;br /&gt;
I just follow my heart cuz it tell me, I like you.........&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;dropcaps2&quot;&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ey love,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss you so immensely right now, especially since you&#39;ve decided to be distant with me.  Isn&#39;t the physical separation enough? I know you think you are hardly ever on my mind but that couldn&#39;t be further from the truth.  You&#39;re always occupying some space in there- I see and experience things I wish I could share with you, things that remind me of you, that make me feel warm and loved or very lonely knowing you aren&#39;t here.&lt;br /&gt;
So I hope you come around soon.  Until then, I&#39;ll give you space and be content just to have you fill that little bit of my mind.  And maybe worry just a little (you know I can&#39;t help it) about how you&#39;re doing.  But you are stronger than you let yourself believe and I&#39;m sure you&#39;ll get over this fine without me.  Otherwise, you know I&#39;m here.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve met plenty of others lately that I know could spark something with, but they all lacked something essential; you always looked at me with such complete devotion, and I knew you would do anything to keep me in your life.  Everything else is there with these guys except that.  I don&#39;t know if you ever saw it- whether my eyes held as much to read as yours- but that&#39;s how I felt (still feel) about you.  You have such a complete hold on my heart.  I would tell you so, but it&#39;s never going to make a difference if you can&#39;t see yourself the way I see you.  You can&#39;t depend on me to feel okay about yourself.  That is why I had to put up the walls that I did, and even though it&#39;s tough I still feel I&#39;m doing the right thing.  But that doesn&#39;t make me miss you any less.&lt;br /&gt;
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You made me feel in control and yet want to give in, reminded me what a gorgeous and fully alive being I am.  I wish I had your arms around me, your breath on my neck and my skin against the warmth of yours.  I wish your fingers were playing gently with my hair, soothing me, and you were looking at me in that way that used to make me feel so at peace.  But for now, just getting to hear your voice again would be a treat.  What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;
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I have loved you, but not in the way you would have wanted. To the first and second: I have let you both into my life deeply and completely, and uttered those three fatal words. If it is any comfort, at the time I believed it to be true. But I built you both to perfection in my mind, because you were the only two who showed any real interest in spending your lives with me. Then I realised what I thought you both were was a fabrication I created subconsciously, and everything fell apart. I had been loving lies, not you. When second, you realised what was going on, and found yourself amorous affection elsewhere, I panicked before we were even finished, and before I knew it I fell into the arms of another just as you had done, but for different reasons. The arms of my current man. Surely he was the most prolific of you all, being such a change from the last I deified him, I &quot;fell for him&quot; almost instantly. But it is not so. I&#39;ve known for some months now that I have been pretending all your faults are not there. I have suggested, not insisted that you change your ways, since they seem to cause you so much misery. But I can&#39;t expect you to change just for me if you are not entirely willing. Besides, it would be for purely selfish reasons, because here&#39;s the kicker; I made myself believe I was in love so that I wouldn&#39;t have to spend my days alone. I&#39;m so afraid of being alone, having no one to hold me and kiss me and be ever so gentle, to keep me safe and warm at night, to satisfy my transient lewd desires, to be my companion. Because I feel I will never be able to find anyone else to love me after each of you. I&#39;ve convinced myself for so many years that my feelings were genuine, but they were only genuine towards ideals that were not any of you. I can&#39;t apologise enough for making you fall in love with someone who is probably incapable of reciprocating the feeling. It&#39;s alright though, because I will probably end up alone anyway. To the man who loves me in this moment goes my deepest apology. I haven&#39;t yet the strength to cut you free, because now I know I will hurt you, and that will hurt me. I am selfish; if I truly cared I would have told you by now I don&#39;t love you, and let you find someone who can. But I need to know I have someone for now. Maybe it will be easier to let you down gently now we no longer live close enough to each other to see each other every day. 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Today, I want you. Only you. More than ever. But I can&#39;t have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there standing at the sidelines for too long, watching me live my life. But I was asleep. Now that I am awake, you have moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rips me to pieces. I cannot breathe. Why was I so stupid? Why did I not see you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am with her, I think about you; I make live to you; I dream about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a coward. I do not deserve you. I never thought I would love and not have that feeling reciprocated. But here I am - hopelessly, helplessly in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; href=&quot;http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-submit-your-letter-to-letters.html&quot;&gt;Click Here To Learn How To Send Your Letter To &quot;Letters Never Sent&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;mailto::lettersweneversent@gmail.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/lettersmail.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.emailmeform.com/contact_webmaster_fid-34896.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Or Use The On-Line Form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/feeds/2000667055067667017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1004593693202602525&amp;postID=2000667055067667017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/2000667055067667017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/2000667055067667017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-waking-up.html' title='On Waking Up'/><author><name>Your Corona Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173139925309399068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/th_lettersmail.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004593693202602525.post-929687665524033290</id><published>2009-08-16T11:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:27:53.880+03:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Would Understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;T&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;lpic&quot; src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/stamps/Vol%202/hitchco.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Letters We Never Sent&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;dropcaps2&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have no idea why i&#39;m in love with you. When ever i&#39;m around you all of my worries go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out as friends in Elementry school, by the time we got to Jr. High, i was in love with you. i stood up for you when everyone picked on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you went to a different school the following year i was... shattered. i felt so alone. i tried loving some one else, but when you found out that i was goning out with him you told me to break up with him. because i trust you, i did. i felt alone all over agian. the year after i found another guy, but i still tought about you. alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i saw the girls that you were going out with, i lost all the curage that i had built up to ask you out. how skinny they were, how they dressed . it all said to me that i&#39;m nowhere near what you want in a girl friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to forget you. but everything reminds me of you. we&#39;re both in the same High school this year. i&#39;m scared that if i look you in the eye i will fall in love with you all over agian. i don&#39;t wan&#39;t to be broken again. i&#39;m so sorry i&#39;m an embarassment to you. i love you for who you are! i would send you this letter, but i know you would just throw it in the trash without reading it. i know i can&#39;t make you fall in love with me, but i wish you would understand how i feel. part of my heart will always belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;K&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; href=&quot;http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-submit-your-letter-to-letters.html&quot;&gt;Click Here To Learn How To Send Your Letter To &quot;Letters Never Sent&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;mailto::lettersweneversent@gmail.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/lettersmail.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.emailmeform.com/contact_webmaster_fid-34896.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Or Use The On-Line Form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/feeds/929687665524033290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1004593693202602525&amp;postID=929687665524033290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/929687665524033290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/929687665524033290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-would-understand.html' title='If You Would Understand'/><author><name>Your Corona Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173139925309399068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/th_lettersmail.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004593693202602525.post-7745756830291723324</id><published>2009-08-09T14:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:26:08.156+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class=&quot;lpic&quot; src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/stamps/Vol%202/flower3.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Letters We Never Sent&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;dropcaps2&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; always wanted to tell you how much I love you,but never got the chance to so I just wanted you to know that I love you with all my heart and i hope you feel the same about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;THE ONLY ONE THAT TRULY LOVED YOU FOR WHO YOU ARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; href=&quot;http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-submit-your-letter-to-letters.html&quot;&gt;Click Here To Learn How To Send Your Letter To &quot;Letters Never Sent&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;mailto::lettersweneversent@gmail.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/lettersmail.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.emailmeform.com/contact_webmaster_fid-34896.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Or Use The On-Line Form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/feeds/7745756830291723324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1004593693202602525&amp;postID=7745756830291723324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/7745756830291723324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/7745756830291723324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-much-i-love-you.html' title='How Much I Love You'/><author><name>Your Corona Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173139925309399068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/th_lettersmail.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004593693202602525.post-4431352557174286104</id><published>2009-08-04T22:34:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:35:55.008+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Is Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class=&quot;lpic&quot; src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/stamps/Vol%202/flower2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Letters We Never Sent&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;dropcaps2&quot;&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y heart is broken.  That is such a cliche to say that but it is.  I have never loved anyone like I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yearning for you, for some recognition, for just a glimpse that you still love me that i havn&#39;t ruined things forever, that we can get back what we had. Love me, Love me, Love me. If I wish it deeply enough will it come true again.  You said for as long as I wanted you you would love me, you said you couldn&#39;t say it enough but in the space of an afternoon you lost it.  So was it even love? Did you know me? Did you really know me until that day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about your eyes, how they used to look at me, how I could hardly look you back at it was too much, your eyes were amazing.  I think about how you came up and hugged me in the kitchen, you were so strong and I was so weak. How when I kissed you I felt complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so angry with you, for not being able to understand, for making me wait, for not seeming to care anymore. Today I couldnt stop crying.  This feeling that I have lost you is too overwhelming, I want to run from it, hide from it but I cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake for a second, everything is Ok, I still have you and then after that second I know the truth again, that I let you down, that I let myself down and it hurts too much.  I cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you will ever read this and if you do that you will know that it is me, that what we had was amazing, that for a while it was real.  I thought I had found my soulmate in you, a poetic soul I could relate to on every level but it was a dillusion.  I thought I dreamt you in to my life, I wanted you so much before I met you and now I have lost you. Everything is empty without you, you bought light in to everything in my life and now its dark and i am lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; href=&quot;http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-submit-your-letter-to-letters.html&quot;&gt;Click Here To Learn How To Send Your Letter To &quot;Letters Never Sent&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;mailto::lettersweneversent@gmail.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/lettersmail.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.emailmeform.com/contact_webmaster_fid-34896.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Or Use The On-Line Form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/feeds/4431352557174286104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1004593693202602525&amp;postID=4431352557174286104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/4431352557174286104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/4431352557174286104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-heart-is-broken.html' title='My Heart Is Broken'/><author><name>Your Corona Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173139925309399068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/th_lettersmail.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004593693202602525.post-3834358097095208727</id><published>2009-08-02T10:53:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T10:55:40.966+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am So In Love With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;&quot; &gt;&quot;D&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;lpic&quot; src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/stamps/Vol%202/eiffel.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Letters We Never Sent&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;dropcaps2&quot;&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hings have changed with us but my feeling haven&#39;t I know I wasn&#39;t supposed to fall for you but I did I can&#39;t change my feeling because there real.  When I see you walking on the street even though we say hi I am going crazy inside wanting to run up to you and kiss you &amp;amp; hug you I love the way you walk, the way your body is built omg turns me on the time we spent together was amazing, you felt so good. I always have a bit of hope that we can be together, we have been so honest with each other about many things including our past. I truly believe that if we ever become a couple it would be an amazing time for both of us. I truly meant it to you when I said I LOVE YOU.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;&quot; &gt;&quot;R&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; href=&quot;http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-submit-your-letter-to-letters.html&quot;&gt;Click Here To Learn How To Send Your Letter To &quot;Letters Never Sent&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;mailto::lettersweneversent@gmail.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/lettersmail.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.emailmeform.com/contact_webmaster_fid-34896.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Or Use The On-Line Form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/feeds/3834358097095208727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1004593693202602525&amp;postID=3834358097095208727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/3834358097095208727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/3834358097095208727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-so-in-love-with-you.html' title='I Am So In Love With You'/><author><name>Your Corona Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173139925309399068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/th_lettersmail.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004593693202602525.post-2021882786971924231</id><published>2009-07-31T11:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:10:27.904+03:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Meet Someone Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class=&quot;lpic&quot; src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/stamps/Vol%202/dog1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Letters We Never Sent&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;dropcaps4&quot;&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hen i meet someone new, someone special I am afraid to get close or open up. I recently met someone that seems like a really nice guy overall and I don&#39;t know how I should react to him. I don&#39;t want to get close to someone and then my past comes creeping up on me like every other time i tried letting go of it. I really like this guy so if nothing else I would love to remain his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; href=&quot;http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-submit-your-letter-to-letters.html&quot;&gt;Click Here To Learn How To Send Your Letter To &quot;Letters Never Sent&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;mailto::lettersweneversent@gmail.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/lettersmail.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.emailmeform.com/contact_webmaster_fid-34896.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Or Use The On-Line Form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/feeds/2021882786971924231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1004593693202602525&amp;postID=2021882786971924231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/2021882786971924231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/2021882786971924231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-meet-someone-special.html' title='When I Meet Someone Special'/><author><name>Your Corona Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173139925309399068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/th_lettersmail.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004593693202602525.post-1392358193399610934</id><published>2009-07-31T11:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:07:59.177+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Still...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class=&quot;lpic&quot; src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/stamps/Vol%202/city_flag.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Letters We Never Sent&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;dropcaps3&quot;&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ear rachit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dnt kno wat to say to u whenvr i talk to u..we hace been thru many misunderstandings...Ist when u had a crush on me n i didnt..den those irritating chats..den we fell in luv wid each other..dan i had to break up wid u..n bla bla...i always told ya dat i nvr thought u as a frnd or even more dan dat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bt d truth is dat when mrinal told me abt u..i liked u a lot..may b it was a crush at Ist site..bt nvr told u abt dis..though nw m over u n stopped w8in fr u....BUT I NEVER FEEL LYK NT IN LUV WID U EVR...MAY B STILL W8IN FR U IN EVRY MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUV U N MISS U LIKE HELL......MMMMUUUAAAHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; href=&quot;http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-submit-your-letter-to-letters.html&quot;&gt;Click Here To Learn How To Send Your Letter To &quot;Letters Never Sent&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;mailto::lettersweneversent@gmail.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/lettersmail.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.emailmeform.com/contact_webmaster_fid-34896.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Or Use The On-Line Form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/feeds/1392358193399610934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1004593693202602525&amp;postID=1392358193399610934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/1392358193399610934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/1392358193399610934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2009/07/still.html' title='Still...'/><author><name>Your Corona Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173139925309399068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/th_lettersmail.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004593693202602525.post-553017257527316074</id><published>2009-07-31T11:05:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:05:52.785+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class=&quot;lpic&quot; src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/stamps/Vol%202/christma.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Letters We Never Sent&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;dropcaps2&quot;&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;id you ever wanna just wake up in the hospital and hear the doctor say shes not gonna make it. i have i dont wanna make it its not worth living and it will never start. well i may soound emtional but u hav no idea what i hav gone through. my mom giving me up for adoption. not only for the fact she didnt want me but cause she could not afford me cause she spent all her money on drinking when i was inside of her. i was 18in and 2 1/2 pounds and i stand at 4&#39;9 and 73 pounds and now i hav alot of eating problem such as i cant gain weight and i hav to b really carfull casue i can lose weight in masses and not b able to gain in back. thank you mother.no worries she is dead now she died of overdosing on drinks.and this is her 5th year annerversry of death. now i live with a family that i get hit. and most of the time i will sleep outside on the lawn chairs and then if i get lucky i can sleep inside on a egg chair cussion on the ground in the guest room i dont have my own room. yea now you see what i do through. dont jugde or u will hav problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; href=&quot;http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-submit-your-letter-to-letters.html&quot;&gt;Click Here To Learn How To Send Your Letter To &quot;Letters Never Sent&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;mailto::lettersweneversent@gmail.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/lettersmail.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.emailmeform.com/contact_webmaster_fid-34896.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Or Use The On-Line Form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/feeds/553017257527316074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1004593693202602525&amp;postID=553017257527316074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/553017257527316074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/553017257527316074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-my-life.html' title='I Hate My Life'/><author><name>Your Corona Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173139925309399068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/th_lettersmail.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004593693202602525.post-1615921338397058106</id><published>2009-07-29T08:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:35:25.712+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To K</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class=&quot;lpic&quot; src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/stamps/Vol%202/cochran.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Letters We Never Sent&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;dropcaps4&quot;&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;eith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.I know you knew something was between us and I know you felt I liked you. I knew you were married, but I couldn&#39;t help myself falling for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I know I&#39;ll probably never see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;BB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; href=&quot;http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-submit-your-letter-to-letters.html&quot;&gt;Click Here To Learn How To Send Your Letter To &quot;Letters Never Sent&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;mailto::lettersweneversent@gmail.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/lettersmail.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.emailmeform.com/contact_webmaster_fid-34896.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Or Use The On-Line Form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/feeds/1615921338397058106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1004593693202602525&amp;postID=1615921338397058106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/1615921338397058106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/1615921338397058106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-k.html' title='To K'/><author><name>Your Corona Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173139925309399068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/th_lettersmail.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004593693202602525.post-7209712548484799079</id><published>2009-07-29T08:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:33:29.034+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Mohammed</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class=&quot;lpic&quot; src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/stamps/Vol%202/college.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Letters We Never Sent&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;dropcaps3&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am sorry for all what i am,cause all &quot;what i am &quot; is bieng a good friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&#39;ll never know that feeling you get when you love someone purely...as a friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&#39;ll never know what does it mean to have me in your life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&#39;ll never be good enough for me,cause you&#39;re a complete lie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to walk away..don&#39;t take alook back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to be smart ass see who you&#39;re talking to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; href=&quot;http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-submit-your-letter-to-letters.html&quot;&gt;Click Here To Learn How To Send Your Letter To &quot;Letters Never Sent&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;mailto::lettersweneversent@gmail.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/lettersmail.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.emailmeform.com/contact_webmaster_fid-34896.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Or Use The On-Line Form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/feeds/7209712548484799079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1004593693202602525&amp;postID=7209712548484799079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/7209712548484799079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/7209712548484799079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-mohammed.html' title='Hi Mohammed'/><author><name>Your Corona Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173139925309399068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/th_lettersmail.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004593693202602525.post-2592667692215100338</id><published>2009-07-29T08:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:30:25.560+03:00</updated><title type='text'>You Will Never Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class=&quot;lpic&quot; src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/stamps/Vol%202/clipper.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Letters We Never Sent&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;dropcaps2&quot;&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ear Adam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had told you before i had a letter you would never see well here it is. its been a few months since we are threw, all i can think about is when you told me about wendy. Your best friend from high school, you one and only true love. It hurts to know you dont appreciate what we had. all the memories and gifts we shared. all teh friends we made disapeared into nothing. All i have left is tears, sadness and emptiness... but threw all of this you made me realise one thing... life goes on, and thats exactly what im doing but only its without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; href=&quot;http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-submit-your-letter-to-letters.html&quot;&gt;Click Here To Learn How To Send Your Letter To &quot;Letters Never Sent&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;mailto::lettersweneversent@gmail.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/lettersmail.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.emailmeform.com/contact_webmaster_fid-34896.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Or Use The On-Line Form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/feeds/2592667692215100338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1004593693202602525&amp;postID=2592667692215100338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/2592667692215100338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/2592667692215100338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-will-never-know.html' title='You Will Never Know'/><author><name>Your Corona Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173139925309399068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/th_lettersmail.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004593693202602525.post-5203818431085651685</id><published>2009-07-27T09:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:20:09.325+03:00</updated><title type='text'>We Met For A Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class=&quot;lpic&quot; src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/stamps/Vol%202/cat1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Letters We Never Sent&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;dropcaps4&quot;&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;s crazy as it sounds we came into each others life for a reason, I love that I met you and we had the experience of each other. You always left me on cloud nine being with you was so amazing for me because this came so unexspectedly and I fell for you. We both have our things to deal with but I felt so good with you that us meeting was meant to be for one reason or another evenif not to be together to learn from each other. I wish that you would give us a try  one day. Right know being so vulnerable with my emotions I still think of you everyday and miss being with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; href=&quot;http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-submit-your-letter-to-letters.html&quot;&gt;Click Here To Learn How To Send Your Letter To &quot;Letters Never Sent&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;mailto::lettersweneversent@gmail.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/lettersmail.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.emailmeform.com/contact_webmaster_fid-34896.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Or Use The On-Line Form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/feeds/5203818431085651685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1004593693202602525&amp;postID=5203818431085651685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/5203818431085651685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/5203818431085651685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-met-for-reason.html' title='We Met For A Reason'/><author><name>Your Corona Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173139925309399068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/th_lettersmail.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004593693202602525.post-5822259358608608420</id><published>2009-07-27T09:16:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:17:57.141+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Exes R &amp; J</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class=&quot;lpic&quot; src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/stamps/Vol%202/cancer.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Letters We Never Sent&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;dropcaps3&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;know what I did was very hurtfull to you being engaged not once but twice and both times It failed, I can&#39;t put all the blame on both relationships it was part me also I was so distracted with the things going on in my personnel life that I never gave neither relationship a second chance and I know I hurt each of you deeply I never meant to do that i&#39;m not that evil I need to work on my self also. Now that you are both married I wish you the best and forgive me for the pain I left you with it wasn&#39;t intentional. Each relationship I was dealing with something that took alot of my attention and I hated the pettiness when my life had bigger issues infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the pain I caused..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; href=&quot;http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-submit-your-letter-to-letters.html&quot;&gt;Click Here To Learn How To Send Your Letter To &quot;Letters Never Sent&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;mailto::lettersweneversent@gmail.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/lettersmail.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.emailmeform.com/contact_webmaster_fid-34896.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Or Use The On-Line Form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/feeds/5822259358608608420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1004593693202602525&amp;postID=5822259358608608420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/5822259358608608420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/5822259358608608420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-my-exes-r-j.html' title='To My Exes R &amp; J'/><author><name>Your Corona Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173139925309399068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/th_lettersmail.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004593693202602525.post-5383443056242719170</id><published>2009-07-27T09:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:51:45.663+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do It All Over Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class=&quot;lpic&quot; src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/stamps/Vol%202/califronia.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Letters We Never Sent&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;dropcaps2&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; wish we could go back in time and do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you never felt like you couldn&#39;t tell me about your past. What did I ever do you to you to make you feel that way? I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a year and a half when you were gone in Alaska, all I did was dream of the day you would come back to me. I would cry on my way to work. I would cry while I was AT work. I would think of you when my &quot;new boyfriend&quot; was with me and wish it was you. After me and him made love......I would roll over on my side and wonder why you left. When you would email me, my heart would beat in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you stay gone so long. You didn&#39;t even look like yourself when you got back.....I hate myself for not being able to love you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; href=&quot;http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-submit-your-letter-to-letters.html&quot;&gt;Click Here To Learn How To Send Your Letter To &quot;Letters Never Sent&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;mailto::lettersweneversent@gmail.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/lettersmail.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.emailmeform.com/contact_webmaster_fid-34896.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Or Use The On-Line Form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/feeds/5383443056242719170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1004593693202602525&amp;postID=5383443056242719170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/5383443056242719170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/5383443056242719170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-it-all-over-again.html' title='Do It All Over Again'/><author><name>Your Corona Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173139925309399068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/th_lettersmail.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004593693202602525.post-8079332846803584890</id><published>2009-07-24T13:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:48:32.487+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Face in a Crowd I Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class=&quot;lpic&quot; src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/stamps/Vol%202/aus1.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Letters We Never Sent&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;dropcaps4&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; know I am a small face in a crowd...&lt;br /&gt;a crowd of people more significant with issues far outweighing mine...&lt;br /&gt;thing is - i was assaulted today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am bruised, scratched and my earring was ripped out of my ear&lt;br /&gt;my body aches, i have been sick all day...my heart aches...my soul aches more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one I can tell, no where to go, i am terrified by my own reality&lt;br /&gt;I am trapped...trapped by my own life choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expressed myself, my frustrations and need for support in my life.  I chose the wrong person to share this with...i chose my partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was assaulted by my partner today... I would like to leave this life, find some peace... calm...a safe space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know if there is a safe space in this life for me...  This has not been my personal truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; href=&quot;http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-submit-your-letter-to-letters.html&quot;&gt;Click Here To Learn How To Send Your Letter To &quot;Letters Never Sent&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;mailto::lettersweneversent@gmail.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/lettersmail.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.emailmeform.com/contact_webmaster_fid-34896.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Or Use The On-Line Form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/feeds/8079332846803584890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1004593693202602525&amp;postID=8079332846803584890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/8079332846803584890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1004593693202602525/posts/default/8079332846803584890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersweneversent.blogspot.com/2009/07/face-in-crowd-i-know.html' title='A Face in a Crowd I Know'/><author><name>Your Corona Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12173139925309399068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee19/wishuponstar/letech/th_lettersmail.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>