Different kind of love

dear john,

i wanted to write this letter to you on new year's eve, but as it came out you made a truce with me. i was not expecting this to happen, so i decided to write this letter as a symbol of me ending everything with you. unfortunately (or fortunately) it all came out quite well. but i still have a lot of sorrow in me because of you, so i want to express it now.

i am aware of the fact that you were strongly in love with me once. and i also know that i broke your heart. even though i gave you a chance it didn't work out. but i'm sure that you know that i really loved you. i loved you as a friend, as a person. i'm sorry that i wasn't able to find the love you needed from me in my heart, but there was no way i could have.

i'm only sorry about the way that you handled the situation later. being sad and sick at heart like you claimed you were does not allow you to treat me this way. treat me like a whore, use my devotion to you just to get me to bed. or later on use my drunkenness to do the same. is that what a man in love does? if yes then i want no more men, if no - what were you thinking? and everything later, your harsh words, your gossip about me and also making your new friends against me? what was that?! i can't believe you're the same person which i've known.

in the beginning i cried probably every night, also at daytime. i cried when i saw your photos, i cried when i heard songs which somehow related to all of this, i cried when i saw you, i cried when i heard about you. you were my first best best best best male friend. i regret a lot of things, but i will never regret the friendship that we had, even though it ended up with me being emotionally dead.

i do love you, i always will. but i will never try to speak about this to you. i will try to stay away as far as i can, given the acquaintance between me and your friends.

and i am truly sorry, for all the bad i might have done to you.
goodbye, soulmate

Lost in Translation

John Darling,

I read a book today called Bad Marie. It reminded me of you. I wish I could read it to you, word for word, and watch your reaction. I wonder what connections you'd make, and if they would be the same as mine. The thing is that they probably wouldn't be. You wouldn't understand what I was saying as usual, even though the words aren't even exactly mine. It's like you don't even understand pure English. But that's what we are and forever will be-lost in translation.

All/Nothing

Dear John,

I wish I knew better how to follow my heart rather than my head. I don't want to be with anyone else, but I'm scared it's just too much too quickly. You're too amazing, and I'm scared that I'll screw it all up.

Grow

Come to me, my darling. I am not afraid.

Please forgive my often solitary ways.

Its not that I don't want to

Its just that then, I'll never be the same

So come to me my darling.

And help me put aside my age

I can feel it falling

Through my hands

But I am not afraid.

Romeu e Julieta

Lay,

Se Romeu e Julieta fossem reais, estariam lá no céu, torcendo pelo amor da gente. Espero ter causado uma boa impressão à sua mãe, e que ela tenha gostado de mim. Você já sabe que EU TE AMO com todas as minhas forças, e não vou deixar isso morrer. E Matheus, aquele maldito Tebaldo/Páris, Chato, Pedra no meu sapato, eu prometo que nunca vou te deixar ter motivos pra me deixar e ficar com ele. Nem você quer isso. eu sei que você também gosta de mim. Beijo na Boca. Desse carinha que agora descobriu que o coração não se engana e Que
ama a Lay. John.
_I ♥ I_

Those Special Two Words

Dear Johnny Don Juany,

What a massive waste of time you were. The three words that I thought I could say to you have now been reduced to two:
fuck you!

Missed Connections

Dear John,

Will you please call me? I do hope you have my number. As, I was a dick and accidentally deleted your number. And, I can't find you on because we didn't even exchange last names. I want to see you again.
And, to everyone else, if you know him please tell him to call the small asian girl he met at Amika.

Love,
Jane