Two months have passed since the day you left me. Like a child waiting impatiently for Christmas morning to arrive, I awake each morning hoping to receive something or anything from you, only to be disappointed. I'll never forget your cold firm grip on my hand the day you dropped me at my family's house or my mothers face that whitened as you left. She screamed at me and I fizzed in the fire. I was slowing fading into oblivion as life was slowly being sucked out of her. Your existence grew more and more in my heart by each blow I received and I realized then that heartache and love go by the same name. I tried to hold in my tears, knowing full well that I am to blame. Fall they did anyway. Mother taught me how to please men and I'm certain …show more content…
But I am not writing this letter to defend myself any less than you leaving me. I heard talks of how you're suffering from acute alcohol poisoning and I felt a clenching pain in my chest, but it also gave me solace in my darkness as I felt the taste of a sweet victory. It had me laying in bed at night thinking and I felt unapologetically happy to know that I had driven you to madness. I dream of you more often than I care to admit. Your handsome features which shame even the angels and your long limbs that I never got to feel properly. Your voice echoes in my head like a siren song, and each time I hear it my body vibrates uncontrollably. I loved the way the sunlight shone on your long, pale eyelashes that made them look like butterflies fluttering each time you blinked. God knows you're the most beautiful one. Each night I battle with myself as I draw on my wrists. I promise to seek help next time my body starts vibrating, but I am fighting a losing battle as I wait patiently for my brothers who are still locked up in darkness. Tonight, I shall draw a new red ribbon for the innocent man who never got to plead his …show more content…
The type that is not romantic enough to pluck flower petals while daydreaming, still, as I write this letter with my back propped against my bedroom wall, I cannot help but feel that you should be here too. I dream of the day our paths will intersect once again in this town which has pieces of me left all over it. I'm just a memory of the girl who hid behind her lies and deceit. I'm a conflicted contradiction but ending up alone in this emotional abyss was never the aim. This is like a never-ending cycle where I always end up alone and I know you won't answer my letter, but I don't want dwell on this tragedy for too long. You should have predicted this shallow ending to our shallow marriage and I can't be the only one carrying this boulder burden on my shoulders forever. I can feel this sadness creeping up on me again as I go back to the deepest sleep and wonder in my final moments if you'll even bother to read this letter. I'm still young and I should be reaching skywards but my obsession with you rendered it all pointless and now I have less to say. I want you to know that I'm still waiting for a divergent tomorrow and if you can't do justice with me then at least do so with this small
I must continue my work as a man of honor, I will not let you down. Your smile and the distant memory of your bright yet elegant laugh is what keeps me going during these long, endless days. We have lost so many good men at war and I’ve fought long and hard to make sure I am able to come home to you, my dove. I was attempting to surprise you months ago however, my papers were somehow mixed up and I’m currently staying in Oxford. I apologize for my late letters and an even later arrival my dearest.
I only thought that it would be proper to address you how you had addressed me if thou love was still alive as described in this letter then you oft meet me in the woods as soon as you receive this letter.
In loving you, I am slowly learning to love myself, something that has never happened before. I’m always so happy around you, my heart doesn’t feel heavy in your presence. My walls are completely down for you, being so vulnerable is a scary thought, though I know I can fully trust you to be there for me. In the past, I have given pieces of myself to people who did not deserve them, my heart to people who used me, looking for love in shallow places. From the moment I met you, I knew you were different. I could tell that you were a soft and sweet boy that wasn’t only with me for what I could do for you. You showed me that love can be pure and untainted with good intentions. I know I’m not the best girl in the world, but I’m always trying to be the best girl for you, doing my best to make you happy in the small things. My bed has never felt empty with just me in it before, though now when I sleep alone, it feels as though you should be next to me. I crave your warmth. There is no better way to wake up, than to wake up to your sleeping face, the handsome lines and curves of your skin that create the
The day you were born I felt this indescribable love. One I had never known before. From the beginning of your life I never knew I could have a love that was so strong. When you were an infant I told people how great you were and they said, "Yeah, but wait until she is two." When you were two I told people how great you were and they said, "Yeah, but wait until she is ten." When you were ten I told people how great you were and they said, "Yeah, but just wait until she is 16." And now you are 16 and I am telling people how great you are.
Through this extensive, yet abbreviated, comparison of the letters I received from a stalker and Sydney's Astrophil and Stella, I think it is clear why this piece struck such a despondent chord with me. Some may try and interpret this poem as a satirical work of art, I see it as the obsessive ramblings of a man who, by his idealization and lust, imprisons a woman in fear and feelings of inadequacy. As encouraged, I have connected personally with the material studied. It has not been easy or comfortable, but it has forced me to face issues I had formerly suppressed. I have grown in my understanding of self, and begun to heal through this process.
You have made the biggest difference in my life in so many ways. Ever since my mother died, I have had a tough time getting along with things. You helped me liberate myself, from all the troubles that I know of. How you help me from day to day is priceless and I want you to never forget how much I care about you. You know that our relationship has been stressed on a little because of my father’s relentless attempt to put an end to it. I want you to remember that we did continue to see each other because we know that he is wrong for trying to keep us apart and that we do mean a lot to each other.
I still remember when I first laid my eyes on you in Miss Abigail’s ball. You were so beautiful, so elegant, I knew I met the love of my life when I first laid my eyes on you. After that party, everything was heavenly, we went out for dinner and did everything that any couple had ever dreamed of. But because of this war, I had to go and leave you alone due to my responsibilities to this country/egg/village/community. However, I must say that I cherished the letters that you sent to me and I did attempt to write back, but because of the regulations for the soldiers, I could only write so much.
But at the same time, I was scared. Someone was opening my eyes to who you really are. He was disturbing my peace that you gave me. He slowly broke my stoney heart when I heard His living, powerful,
Seven years have passed since our first encounter and in those past seven years, we have made many memories and parted ways several times. Whenever we parted ways, we were led back to each other as if there was a spark between us. Ever since you entered my life I felt as if God somehow sent one of his angels down to me. Over the last few months, I feel like my heart has grown stronger because of the love I have for you. This love gets stronger and stronger each and every day.
Hi My Love, I’m writing this letter because there is something I have to tell you, and I haven’t had the courage yet to say it to your face. As you are reading this letter, I want you to remember that I love you so much and am only telling you this because I see a real future with you, and could see myself as your future wife. This is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to tell you, and as I’m writing this(in my car, on my lunch break) there are tears rolling down my face. I have prayed countless nights for God to change my heart, but He hasn’t.
My love, no words can explain how much I miss you and cherish you, and wish for nothing but to have you by my side so I can love you with my entire being, yet that is not the reality. It has nearly been two moons since our last meeting, the last time since I had looked into your most beguiling, captivating eyes, been two moons since I had felt the warmth of your hands on mine, two months since my lips had met yours, two moons since I had last heard the sweet, sweet sound of your melodious voice with my own ears- yet my love for you has faded no less but has strengthened and increased even more so. Since we had last parted, you were the only thing on my mind, and all I asked was to see you again and spend the rest of my eternity with you. Of course, I had been reminded by Jungkook and Taehyung
I’ve been a good wife; attentive, loving, dedicated. Even after the accident, I stayed with you because I thought I loved you. I did at first, but now loving you seems a very silly notion. I will be ending my live at ten-thirty. If you care to say goodbye, come to me at the Manhattan Bridge.
You are so full of wisdom about life that when you speak I could stay there forever and listen to your open mind, for it is peaceful and inviting. Anthony, you have become my awakening, you have helped me see things in a brighter way, happier, and more enlightening way. I was once drowning from my own fears, completely cynical about love, hope, and security. I used to think that no one understood me and never would. Then one day before I knew you personally, you came into my thoughts and I wasn't sure why you were there. Suddenly I felt reassured and a smile was brought to my face. I believe deep down that I loved you then.
It was a dreadful afternoon, big droplets of rain fell directly on my face and clothes. I tasted the droplets that mixed with my tears, the tears I cried after the incident. The pain in my foot was excruciating. It caused me to make a big decision of whether I should visit you or not. I decided I would. I limped towards my bright, blue car where my bony, body collapsed onto the seat. I started the engine up but at the same time being cautious of my bleeding foot. I then drove to the destination where I was bound to meet you. I was bound to meet you after three years of counselling from my last appearance with you. I guess all I can remember is the scarring....
Correspondence through letter writing is a very imperative method of communication. Letter writing allows to analysis the thoughts, emotions and human experiences felt by the (party) involved. This document is a primary document, with all primary documents one but be vigilant to recognise any bias that may occur. This document is a letter written from a young girl, originally from Spiddal, Co. Galway who immigrated to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania . Her name is Annie O’Donnell. Annie’s letters are penned to her soon to be husband Jim.