dear you

dear you,

ha,you make me laugh. just talking to you makes me smile. sometimes i wonder what you are doing when you aren't around. you think you are funny and i will tell you are odd,but really you know i think you are cool. i talk to you a lot,but talk to you hardly at all. you won't probably ever read this because i don't think you read this blog. but if you do read this...i hope you know it is about you. 

love,

me

--i have too many dreams to stay. i am sorry.--

letter series

dear person,
i actually don't know you,but i can't wait to meet you. you are going to come in the future. i can't wait to see what you look like. oh and you know what? i bet we will meet at a coffee shop. i hope i meet you when times are good and life is easy.but if i meet you when life is terrible and i keep asking God why and i am at the point when i think there is no point in life,i know God has a reason for me meeting you. so dear person to i don't know a name or a number or what you are even going to do in my life...i can't wait to meet you and i hope that we are close friends to the end of time. i hope that i will always be there when you need me. i want to say sorry for whatever i might do to make you mad or hurt you. i know i would never mean to. i can't wait to see our adventures and all the memories we will make. i can't wait till we reminisce on the days that we went cruising down the high way together. i love you already. 

love,
me
--i have too many dreams to stay. i am sorry.--

the letter series

so I have decided to do a real series and stick to it. I really have been wanting to do this so I am going to start it today. I am going to do a letter series. I won't be saying people's name because these are personal notes that I am letting out onto this blog. They are personal to my heart,but I thought I would share them with you.

dear person,
We were close friends. Or at least I thought we were. You moved. We grew and now we are different. You come around sometimes,but not a lot. I find it hard to even talk to you anymore,because we are so different. I want to talk to you,but you have your ways and I have mine. Our lives are too different maybe if things were the same you would be one of my dearest friends. You have your friends and I have mine. I will always remember the fun times we had. I remember being locked up in a cage acting like I was being shipped off to a far far away place and I remember us acting like we were animals. Those were memories that I hope neither of us will let slip away. 

love,
me

--i have too many dreams to stay. i am sorry.--