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I just want to let you know that I understand you were upset with me because I don't communicate enough and that you felt confused. The reason why I pursued you was because I felt like you have a good heart and we had a lot of things in common and could talk about anything under the sun. But I don't like to open up to people this earlyI understand some may see it as a flaw. But just telling people my older brother past 2 months ago is was big because I try not get emotional about things. And yeah I mad the mistake assuming that you were talking to other dudes. I just expect the worst from people because I once was a Naive open book and been taken advantage of by "friends" and ex lovers. And I've learn that sometimes you have to feel people
The man was honest, attentive, and expressive with me. I did not trust him and spent most of our initial interactions pushing him away. I was suspicious of him so I put him through random tests where I would try to catch him being deceptive or manipulative. When I failed to prove his dishonesty, I began to ask him to do things for me, even when it was unnecessary, to gauge his level of consideration and feelings for me. Occasionally, I would purposely degrade or disrespect him to see if he could handle the worst of my tempestuous nature. When he passed my assessments, I finally began to open up to
It all started long long ago in a galaxy far far away. (9:00 Am)Waking up on warm morning as always something seemed wrong. The pod race was today. And I, a little kid was to be going up against full grown aliens that have been training for this longer than I've been alive. But I felt something, something guiding me, something that knows what to do better than any mortal could. But even with this mysterious force I guess we could call it , I'm still very nervous.
I really hate that it had to come to this but i'm tired of being treated different and like an inconvenience. I've tried to talk to you and nothing has changed. Ive layed in my bed for the past 4 months crying to myself or Marcus because I had no one else to talk to. I felt like the only person i'm suppose to be able to talk to didn’t care whether I was alive or not. You hated on Marcus so much but he was the only one who stayed up with me while i cried. This seems dramatic but I really hated being at home. You really yelled at me all the time and half of the time i wasn’t doing anything. I was depressed most of the time which is why I slept all the time. To be honest I don't know if this will even bother you at all. But at least it will be easier and one less person to buy for.
Life isn't fair, it isn't kind, nor just. In my opinion, many people don't get what they deserve and many people don't deserve what they get. Like me, I don't deserve to be rotting in Azkaban for a crime I didn't commit but here I am. Wasting away, never to have a happy thought again. I'm only twenty and been here since I was 18, I had only been out of school 3 months before I was thrown in here. Sometimes I wish I had died, it's better than living here. I had no trial, no nothing they just assumed I did it and threw me in here to die. I may not notice everything, but I know something is going on. Almost every day some Aurors march past my cell and are taking someone with them. Then 2 days later they come back and return the person and they take someone else and the pattern continues. I have noticed that judging by their steps they go to the far back and are working their way towards the door. My cell is right in front of the door so, whatever they're doing I will be the last to know. Almost everyone comes back except Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy were never brought back. They weren't here long anyway.
I’m sorry; Two words that can mean so much or so little yet we still use them and expect the recipient to accept this simple and fairly unattractive apology. In order to use these words correctly, the person apologizing has to explain why they feel sorry, and that’s what I will do in hopes that you will see how I felt and feel about the events that happened between us not so long ago; you deserve an explanation as to why I did what I did and I’ve been hiding from the truth for too long. Sam and I had been friends for 3 years, and we had little moments in time when we flirted with each other but nothing ever became of it. Though I lusted
Don't try to be one of the guys. He liked you for you who you are, that includes being female, you don’t see him dating any of his man friends.
Hi person, I want to apologize in advance for the contents of this letter but I need to let you know how I feel. When we started our relationship last year, I never thought that I would ever write this letter to you but life happened and people change. We have both changed and grown in so many ways that I feel that we have grown apart. The past few months are proof that we are no longer compatible and we need to set each other free to find happiness instead of tying each other down and trying to revive a dead relationship.
I was with my family and our car was crushed like an accordion. While at hospital I sent a text and let her know what had happen. I didn’t get reply back for like hour and half. Which was alright but she sent a simple ‘oh’. That really made me upset. After being cleared to leave the hospital. I had a long talk with a close friend and how I should take care of this in my relationship. The advice to me was to step away and let her be. So I took the advice and let her go. I knew this wasn’t going to sit right for me but inside I want her to be
We went to the movies the weekend before he went back to Huntsville for school and enjoyed ourselves for the last time. When he left for school, I was sad because I wouldn’t see him anymore until about Thanksgiving Break. In order to cope with my sadness I would talk about him to my bestfriend. My best friend knew him because they both graduated from the same high school. One day I was just talking to him and then he said “I heard that he was back with his ex.” My face immediately changed. He then told me the girl’s name and I reached out to her. I asked her was it all true and she said yes they were back together. At that moment we both decided to call each other and discuss the matter. Then we came with the idea to call him, I mute myself and let her ask all the questions and I just sit there and listen with him not knowing I am on the other line. To sum the phone call up, I broke up with that very second and never talked to him again. I wasn’t heartbroken at all because I realized that there are plenty other boys out there and i’ll find someone else one
I hope I’m doing this right. I know it’s been a long time since we’ve talked, but
Statuesque “You’re it!” would be words we liked to hear as children as we were enjoying our game of tag. Some call it ‘catchers’ or ‘touchers’. One child was nominated as ‘you’re it’ and got the game going by chasing after the rest of the players who ran away from ‘you’re it’ in order to stay in the game. The moment that you were touched by ‘you’re it’, you would have to sit down or leave the designated play area. This would continue until all the players had been caught, or until ‘you’re it’ gave up and selected one of the players who were out and called out “you’re it!”
Hey, I understand that I've really hurt you a lot this time. But please forgive me? I really hate to do this. I really do. You've been so nice to me and I've tried to be nice to you.
As long as I’m walking with you, I’d like to sing you a song. As long as I’m sitting with you, I’d like to tell you a story about right and wrong. As long as I’m holding you, I’d like to make you feel a peace I’ve come to know.
I stunned about hearing the unexpected answer. There were so much going on in my brain at the second because I have never closely touch with the guy people in my real life. I did realize that I have to keep myself calm to make sure the person who share he/her personal life with me feel respectful enough.
When discussing the poetic form of dramatic monologue it is rare that it is not associated with and its usage attributed to the poet Robert Browning. Robert Browning has been considered the master of the dramatic monologue. Although some critics are skeptical of his invention of the form, for dramatic monologue is evidenced in poetry preceding Browning, it is believed that his extensive and varied use of the dramatic monologue has significantly contributed to the form and has had an enormous impact on modern poetry. "The dramatic monologues of Robert Browning represent the most significant use of the form in postromantic poetry" (Preminger and Brogan 799). The dramatic monologue as we understand it today "is a lyric poem in which the speaker addresses a silent listener, revealing himself in the context of a dramatic situation" (Murfin 97). "The character is speaking to an identifiable but silent listener at a dramatic moment in the speaker's life. The circumstances surrounding the conversation, one side which we "hear" as the dramatic monologue, are made by clear implication, and an insight into the character of the speaker may result" (Holman and Harmon 152).