Dear hiking / photoshooting friend o'mine (aka Chels),
Thanks for dragging my sorry ass hiking last night, and for the Starbucks, and for finding sweet abandoned places for future photoshoots. I promise henceforth that I will start eating better and running more so that I can actually keep up with you.
Dear brother,
I love you. But the Klondike Krunch Klub for late night snackers must be disbanded, for the sake of my renewed healthy eating habits. It was fun while it lasted though.
Dear L,
I know that we have been close friends since 9th grade. I know that you know my embarrassing stories and that you will always share them with people, and that's okay. Because I do the same to you. But this picture was not supposed to make it to Facebook. Ever.
Dear A,
One more day :) I love you, you weird, weird person.
Dear shooter at the Dark Knight premier,
I will never understand why you chose to do what you did. The people at that movie theatre weren't bad people, they weren't your enemies, they weren't anything to you. And most importantly, they were people. The Batman trilogy is about the complacency of the masses; about the good and bad in people. I get that. But it is not about what you chose to do. There were babies in there, and children who will never be able to go to a movie theatre again. Nothing you can say or do will ever make this okay.
Dear baby shower tomorrow,
I am so looking forward to you being over. Cake pops are not my forte, and super preggo people kind of freak me out. Even if that preggo person is one of my best friends.
Hope everyone is looking forward to a great weekend!
Dear senior year,
Where have you gone? I distinctly remember moving in yesterday, and now we only have 59 days left together until the g-word.
Dear roommate,
I freaking love you. Thank you for being the best person to live with, for forgiving my early morning grumbling and falling into everything, for taking dorky piano pictures with me every year, for sharing your poptarts with me, and for letting me play with your hair.
Dear A,
I love you. I love how we can't smile at the same time, and how excited you were about your tie, and that you danced with me even though you hate dancing.
Dear Mucinex,
You are advertised as making "coughs more productive." I can personally attest that you do in fact perform that function. Instead of just coughing, I sounded like I had a hairball or something equally vile in the middle of the dance floor. Sexy.
Dear friends and sisters,
You have made my senior year as amazing as I'd hoped it would be. Although every second hasn't been perfect, being with with you has made it the best year yet.
Dear blisters,
You were worth it.
Love,
Emily
I've seen this idea floating around in a bunch of different places, and I think it's great. All the little things we should say on a daily basis but don't, for a million different reasons. Why is that, really? Why don't we take the time to say what we really feel? Is is fear, or a polite sense of decorum? There's a thin line between the two, I think. One that I haven't yet learned how to tread.
Dear weather,
I love you. Thank you for making it spring, so I could go get free Rita's.
Dear A,
I wish I had the words to tell you how special you are to me. You make every day a million times better. Just seeing you makes me smile. I forgive you for hitting me in the face with a football yesterday. And that bug bite that's making your right eye swell shut ... well, you look like a pirate. Just saying.
Dear cleaning lady,
Seriously, what do you do? Because it isn't clean. Our house is just as dirty as when you got here, like, six hours ago.
Dear little,
You light up my life with your persistent joy and constant picture taking. The powers that be knew exactly what they were doing when they put us together.
Dear professor(s) whose work I've been avoiding all semester,
... Sorry. Please don't hate me. I'm a senior.
Dear all of my sisters,
You're all crazy. All 55 of us, we have some serious issues. And sometimes those come to a head and things get real messy. But we work through it, and get back to the way things should be, and that goes a long way towards restoring my faith in people. I love you all.
Dear (biological) brother,
I love that all I have to do is text you one line of lyrics from "Africa" by Toto and we'll text sing the entire song. It was rough for a few years, but you turned out to be a pretty cool kid after all.
If you were to write a letter to the people in your life, what would you tell them?
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