Unsent Letters

Dear Tiffany,

I know we don’t talk very often.  Maybe we should talk more.  But you made me feel better tonight when I was scared I was going to cry my eyes out.  I love you.

Your friend,

Fefe

Dear Christina,

I wish you would come home.  I know you’ll be back tomorrow night, but I miss you a lot, and I don’t know what to do without you.

Yeah, yeah.  You didn’t think I’d miss you, all the way across the state, but I do.  Even if I do like having extra space in our room.

Your very lonely sister,

Felize

Dear Trevor,

You stupid fucker.  Fucking call me, you stupid fucking fucker.  I’m fucking sick of waiting for your fucking phone calls.  You fucking say that you’ll call.  You fucking PROMISED that you’d fucking be my friend.

WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT?

I really hate you right now, you stupid fucker.  I hate you.  I hate you.

Fuck.  I thought I could trust you.  I thought you liked me.  I fucking loved you, and you just turn your back on me.

Wait.  Never mind.  I LOVE you.  Not past tense.  Present tense.  I know it, any body who actually cares about me knows it, and people who don’t care about me know it.  I fucking LOVE YOU, and you don’t give a flying fuck.

I hate you.  Mostly because I love you so much.

I’m so stupid.  I thought that you were different.  I thought you were better than Jon.  You aren’t.  You’re just as much of a jerk as he was.  I hate you.  I fucking hate you.  Why are you such a jerk?  Why did you laugh at things that might just possibly make me happy?

You know, just because some people don’t believe in God’s unconditional love doesn’t mean that none of us do.  I do.  Sometimes it’s the only reason I feel like I belong anywhere.  Because at least I know God loves me and gave me a purpose.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.  I hate you.

Your rather displeased non-friend,

Feliza