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Was just thinking about orphne's anonymous meme.  And how much I love anonymous memes.  And I read a couple of comments there that got me  thinking, and suddenly I thought:  Anonymous love letters!  We have never done those, have we?

Insta-meme:

post an anonymous love letter in the comments here to the person who's been on your mind.  Now's your chance to pour out your heart and let someone know how much you really care.  You can write to your secret crush, your longtime lover, best friend, or to any other of the special people in your life.

I love anonymous memes! I love love letters! Surely this will be fun!

Post 'em if you love 'em!


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(Anonymous)
2009-07-01 05:19 am UTC (link)
It's been a year and a half since I first fell for you. I've seen you - what, maybe twice? maybe three times? in the last six months, and still, whenever I see you, it's the same thing. My body turns cold, my bones melt into some thick and viscous fluid, and it's all I can do to keep moving, and not looking in your direction.

Once I get away from you, I can barely stand. I turn up the music as high as it will go, I roll the windows down, and I sing as loud and as long as I can until I can't think about you anymore.

This is insane.

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(Anonymous)
2009-07-04 08:39 pm UTC (link)
To the one person i could never have,
It is honestly unbelievable our tale. During high school we ran in different circles you and i. I flirted with the Jocks and you managed to snag the hottest girl in school while still being a bad boy and playing a low profile. That was the first time i noticed you. I've always had my eye on you. I believe i snuck into your group just to be around you. You never fought a battle you didn't win. And i stood there just to watch you glow. I respected you and you barely noticed me. Just enough, but never enough. Although you've dated everyone around me and i've dated everyone around you, we remain a gulf apart. But you had a friend that totally fell for me, and after three years of high school i gave in. Now late into college, i'm still dating your friend. And you still sit as the center of my universe without even trying.
You entrap me. I'm mortified. I love my boyfriend dearly and i don't wanna give him up. But i feel as if on some other field of play, we are meant to be. Perhaps not in this life, but in another.
I'm sick of thinking of you. And tomorrow I will dedicate myself you loosing you. I will grow up, have kids, grandkids, vacation and explore the world without you shadow. I promise i will rid myself from your world to protect my heart.
For not breaking my heart i say thank you and good bye,
Forever my own,
me

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(Anonymous)
2009-07-06 02:25 am UTC (link)
Why is loving you so hard? It's not even rational, this loathing. Just... something about your behavior and your mannerisms and your existence just makes me. Angry. And then I beat myself up about it because I'm not supposed to feel this way.

You annoy the hell out of me, but I will support and be there for you even if it kills me. Or until I pull my hair out. One or the other. Or both.

alksjdflkhasdjlafk

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(Anonymous)
2009-07-10 07:39 pm UTC (link)
I'm still in love with you. So much that it hurts. So much that I feel like a horrible obsessed creeper. Is it weird that I imagine us married and crabby, fighting and then making up? With kids? And a mortgage and irritating habits?

I live in my head too much, it makes the real world a little hard to deal with. But the you that I want, the you that wants me back doesn't live in the real world. So I guess I'll keep on being creepy, and we'll keep on being "just friends".

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(Anonymous)
2009-07-14 09:03 am UTC (link)
I wish I could tell you how I feel just to get it off my chest.

But it's better this way.


...that's what she said, anyway.

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(Anonymous)
2009-07-14 03:51 pm UTC (link)
I feel like I'm never going to find someone again.

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(Anonymous)
2009-07-14 04:56 pm UTC (link)
Dear Italia~

I <3 you!

-le Americano

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(Anonymous)
2009-07-15 05:08 am UTC (link)
You two are no longer together. Oh my God, you two are no longer together. A three year relationship, dissolved not three months after I met you. And fell in love with you at first meeting.

But I can't. And neither can you. But selfishly, I wanted to stop saying bullshit like 'I hope she treats you like the wonderful person you are. I hope she can endeavor to deserve you.' and 'if anyone deserves to be happy, it's you.' and 'At least you two will be happy together. If nothing else, at least that.'

No. Fuck. I'm in love with you, and while I do feel the aforementioned bullshit to some extent, at the end of the day I just want you to belong with me.

No one else. Just me.

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(Anonymous)
2009-07-18 07:19 pm UTC (link)
Sad but true. I miss you.

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(Anonymous)
2009-07-22 06:05 am UTC (link)
Fuck that. And fuck you too.

I've loved you for five years, and all you ever do is flirt with everyone. I hate the uncomfortable silences and that she's beautiful. I am starting to see that you will never, ever feel any which way for me.

How soon before I can wash my hands of this?

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(Anonymous)
2009-07-25 02:27 pm UTC (link)
I know you have a boyfriend, and I've made my mind up - I'm not messing with that - but man. I was so close to kissing you last night. Part of me was glad when I had to leave, because I was worried that we'd start talking about whatever it was that was floating in the air between us.

And that's a bad idea. I love you, and I can only be your friend.

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(Anonymous)
2009-07-26 04:04 am UTC (link)
I want you so badly I can't think of very much else.

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(Anonymous)
2009-07-26 06:35 am UTC (link)
Two years, two months, and almost seven days. Sometimes I can't quite believe that you've been away from me so long, and sometimes it seems that you were never anything more than a memory. It's plenty of time to dwell on my mistakes, wonder why I never spoke up. Oh sure, I wasn't into relationships, hell, I barely did friends; something with a more romantic flavor was out the question.

Yet every day you were one of the first thoughts in my head. I can't deny the way I thrilled at your touch (me, who has to wear gloves to shake a person's hand, who spent years in long sleeves lest I accidentally brush against someone walking down a crowded highway, and you - you, and your hands, always touching me, brushing an eyelash from my cheek, fingers sliding against mine when you handed me a book, putting a hand on my shoulder when we talked, wrapping your arms around me and resting your chin on my shoulder just to tell me that you missed seeing me around, because where the hell was I disappearing to all the time?), how I leaned into you when you spoke, trying to take in everything, everything that I possibly could because I always knew it wouldn't last. Friendship has never been sustainable for me.

I knew that you were the one that sent me the anonymous flower. Of course I recognized your handwriting (I stared at your hands every day for 4 months, read everything you wrote, how could I not?).

We could talk for hours. And you got me, more than anyone I've ever known. I got you, even though I pretended I didn't. You were, and are, the girl of my dreams. No matter how I try, I can't forget you.

The worst part? I think if you had said anything then - if you had ever broken out of your careful anonymity, and not so subtle touches, and maybe voiced these things so I couldn't pretend that they were something else - I would have given in. Forgotten everything I'd ever said about not loving people. But you believed my lies, and I was (am) too much of a coward to tell you otherwise.

But. I told you I would stay in touch. I didn't. You said you would hunt me down. You didn't.

It wouldn't be difficult to find you: I could call your parents, talk to one of our mutual acquaintances, get your number. I won't.

butohgodiwishihadtoldyouevenoncethatyoumeantheworldtome

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(Anonymous)
2009-08-30 09:35 am UTC (link)
Okay, I've tried to ignore this, because I noticed when I posted and I still think about it a month later: highway should be hallway, because who the hell walks down a crowded highway? Whoo! ten points if you can dodge that truck, baby!

Not being able to edit anonymous posts is such a drag. :(

While I'm here: I love you, Touya Akira. And I kind of love Aja too, for introducing me to this beautiful world where I can have this beautiful Akira and his passion, and his face, and his Hikaru, everything. Also, Aja is generally pretty awesome, so yay.

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(Anonymous)
2009-07-27 06:51 pm UTC (link)
This is a love letter.

I've been meaning to write you something really nasty becasue of the way you treated me, and then I've been decisive about how I'm just not going to contact you, becasue the only person troubled by this is me, and I need to let it go. I loved you once, I loved you so much that I couldn't talk to you and I couldn't be in your presence. I told you these things when we'd been apart for a year and I didn't feel that way anymore, and suddenly you were interested in me. You told me you were a little bit in love with me after that first night when we only met as friends, and I couldn't sleep that whole night and went to work pumped full of energy and life. I couldn't stop smiling, and my face was puffy but my colleague commented that I looked really very good, not knowing I hadn't slept. I suppose that is what being in love, and having it returned to you, is like. Or maybe it was just excitement, and joy of attraction being returned, even if it WAS one and a half year late.

I've poured my heart out to you, as I do with everyone in my life. I believe that honesty towards yourself, and as a consequence towards others, is the only way to be happy. You've listened to me talk for hours and you said you liked to listen to me; that you liked the sound of my voice. You don't know what I like about you, though. The easiest answer is that I liked everything about you; though with flaws I had nothing against those, and now I like nothing at all except the image in my mind of your black lashes contrasted against your skin. I still care for you, ridiculous as that is.

I don't think much about you, anymore. I've even started taking an interest in other men again. Which I must say is fast, considering all the aspects. I suppose I could have considered you a summer-flirt, if it weren't for the fact that you tricked me into believing a lie, simply because you were lonely. (Which is probably the only reason I'm not telling her. You should be glad I'm not a malicious person.)
I've finally stopped making excuses for you. I don't get angry anymore, just melancholic; stupidly thinking about what could have been. I can't be stuck in the past again, so; I'm happy you gave me the chance to experience mutual attraction, and maybe it really was love, as you did say you had feelings for me. Or maybe you're just a bullshit. Either way, however empty my life seems at times, it is still good to know I was desired, and I was adored.

I read somewhere that a soul-mate is not the person you are meant to be with for life, but someone who is supposed to come into your life only briefly, flip things batshit, and then leave your life again, having given you a bit more direction, made you stronger, or having learned you a lesson of some kind. If so, thank you for making me stronger, and thank you for teaching me acceptance; thank you for learning me that I need to be more decisive and thank you for treating me like a woman.

This is a love letter, but this is also an ending.
If we never see each-other again, I want you to know that I have loved you, and some small part of me always will, though I will never allow you back into my life.

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(Anonymous)
2009-08-02 11:34 am UTC (link)
Yes I am rather tall and yes you are rather short
but dude
You give me such a talent boner.
I'll never wear heels again if it really bothers you.
Though, I have a feeling it doesn't, really.

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(Anonymous)
2009-08-02 09:50 pm UTC (link)
If we were married, I would never burn your toast.

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(Anonymous)
2009-08-02 10:32 pm UTC (link)
If we were married, I'd always give you a kiss before leaving for work.

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(Anonymous)
2009-08-10 03:45 am UTC (link)
I'm holding out for that simple twist of fate that will bring us together.

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(Anonymous)
2009-08-15 03:34 am UTC (link)
These are words that we will never say to each other. Language in itself is inadequate and anyway, it would be too awkward.

We run in circles around each other, you and I. We don't pretend to be anything more than what we are.

I have so much that I want to say to you but I never will. Now we are worlds apart and I may not see you again. Yet, following that brief instant where our lives collided almost by chance, I will never be the same.

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(Anonymous)
2009-08-15 09:32 am UTC (link)
feeling wistful




if I were someone very different, and if you didn't already have her...

I'm not jealous, just wistful.

I haven't liked someone like I like you (in a warm and quiet and very sure way) for so many years.

tonight may have been our last meeting.

I'm glad I got to know you.

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(Anonymous)
2009-08-17 11:57 pm UTC (link)
Good thing I've cut off contact with you (aka stood by and did nothing while our friendship deteriorated) because you're so pretty and your eyes are so blue that I know without a doubt in my mind you would have broken my heart someday. Still, I wish you hadn't found that equally beautiful girl over there in Europe. Of all the things that I predicted, that one had to come true? And of all the cliches, too.

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(Anonymous)
2009-08-18 04:57 am UTC (link)
Three years since we first met, two since we broke up, one since you broke my heart all over again: and yet I still wonder who you are, how you are, and just what you are, because nothing but the supernatural (the transcendent, the divine) could affect me so deeply.

It is one of my greatest hopes that one day everything will come full circle: that as simply as we met on the tiny little lawn in front of our freshmen dorm on the first day of school, we will meet again at the end of graduation, and speak not as cold acquaintances whose words are frozen by a terrible history, but as warm strangers, free of judgment of the past, fearless of the present, and full of hope for the future. Only then will I understand, with grace and quiet and a shy, awkward smile, that you and I were once a beautiful match, unmarred by harsh words and cutting disapproval and feelings that we couldn't manage. And only then will I truly realize how far apart you and I have grown, how different we've become from the young and foolish teenagers who once smiled at each other as if we'd found the greatest treasure in the world; and with this, I will finally turn around, and square my shoulders, and move forward, for the future will await me - and it will be one without you in it.

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(Anonymous)
2009-08-18 05:08 am UTC (link)
oh god, this made me wince and cry a bit. i hope your heart moves on (i hope mine does too).

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(Anonymous)
2009-08-23 04:32 am UTC (link)
I love you. I love you. I fucking love you.

Why couldn't I say it?

Oh, right. Because you weren't ready to hear it.

But I really hope you know anyways. . .

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(Anonymous)
2009-08-23 05:58 am UTC (link)
I want you to fuck me on the hood of your car. I wanna sink down onto you, slow and sweet. I wish it took more, but it doesn't. Your hand on the small of my back and heat blooms everywhere, starting from your hands and ending at my cheeks. Starting at my cheeks and ending who knows where.

You're not mine, but you make my body sing with brief touches you and I are afforded. If I ever had you to myself, I think that'd be what fucking is supposed to be. You with your roaming hands and too-pretty eyes. Me, shaking apart and too sensitive.

Everything is too sensitive.

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(Anonymous)
2009-08-25 11:11 pm UTC (link)
I'd forgotten how thrilling and agonizing it is to have a crush. Will he call me? Will he not? Will he text me? Will he not? Each day seems longer than the next as I wait for him to make the next move, for the ball is in his court (and I shouldn't have given it to him). I haven't been this much of a lovestruck puppy since high school - or at the very least, since I first entered college.

Ah, love. Perhaps I can finally understand that movie 'He's Just Not That Into You.'

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(Anonymous)
2009-08-26 03:55 am UTC (link)
I finally worked up the nerve to say hi to you today. Uh oh.

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