The words we never sent
still deserve to be heard.

dearest, nunca voy a volver a abrazar la vida tanto como lo he hecho desde que estoy contigo. quédate conmigo siempre porque no hay día que no necesite de ti amor mío. te amo profundamente y eso es lo mas sincero que he sentido en toda mi vida. porfa, permíteme sentirme afortunada la vida entera. porque conocerte a ti es de personas virtuosas. eres mi suerte. te adorooooo por siempre (;

i am meowing without a meow and this is so deep i cry meowmeow meowmeowmeowmeow. fucking meows meowverse meows meowmeow. without my meow so meow should cry meow when meow fucking meowing meows.hello. ok. when so the meow so meow in meow without meoemoew . ., . i yhijnk i smoked too much. meowmoemowmoemowmomeomeomeow. meow =meow eoem wome. weomen. meow moe women. cry

i want to tell you all i feel, all the flaws i see in the mirror, all the times i cried over everything, all the times i thought about my own death i don't know if something is wrong with me, or if it's just my mind messing with me but i just want to be held in your arms and told everything will be okay i'm sorry

I hope you find yourself, and I hope you are comfortable and certain about whatever that is. I hope you don’t hate yourself for being questioning. I hope you move on from Cole, and stop longing for a boy who no longer exists. I wish you happiness, recovery from your ED and health. I hope you make a difference to the world. Be someone. Find someone you love and who loves you for you. And I hope you also love that version of you. P.S. Stop biting your nails!!!

I appreciate your support, but sometimes you pry too hard. I guess that’s my fault for tantalizing your mind. I used to like our deep conversation, but now I wish we could just be kids again. You are the first person I can say is ‘just like me’ and I still do appreciate you more than any of my other friends. I hope we stay friends all throughout high school and get into Ivy League Schools, just as we have always dreamt about. Never lose your emotional maturity. I can’t take another Eleanor.

I was a coward. I liked you for a full year and was too terrified to say anything. Looking back, it was pretty obvious. We always talked to each other, and I even convinced the teacher to let us sit next to one another. I used to get irritated when it took you months to respond to my emails. Now you don’t reply at all. Now I know the feeling was mutual between us back then. I didn’t say anything, so I missed my chance. I know you’ve moved on, but I haven’t. Please just say something? Write back.

i’m tired of pretending that i dont miss you everyday. because i do. im trying to act like i can replace you but i could never replace what we had. im sorry for what i did. i truly am. i know you’ve moved on since it’s been a couple months, but i havent. im still stuck on the night that you proposed to me. i miss you so much.

I didn't know you liked me back then. I thought you were joking, we were kid and immature so I assumed that you might jst be perplexed. If JM never told me, I would never know. Well, maybe we were never meant to be more than friends. It’s a good thing ’cause now you have found your own love story.

The loudest people in the room arent the ones hurting the most. Trust me.

i wrote you a letter when we were 17 and i never gave it to you because i thought you liked someone else. turns out you did like me. i found the letter in a box last week cleaning out my mom’s attic. i cant believe that one decision changed everything. i hope you are happy wherever you are. i hope your husband is kind. i hope your kids are loud in that good way. i hope you dont think about me at all. thats what i hope the most

i fucking loved you so much and now i don't hate you either yk. Anyways I'm healed

You’re 14, there’s a whole full-filling life ahead of you. You’ll meet someone special. Fall in love, experience heartbreak, and happiness. You’ll get your license, and your first job. You’ll travel and meet tons of different people. You’ll fix broken connections, and cut off toxic ones. You’ll realize that you were just a confused kid, and that you just needed to be honest with yourself. And that me, Brooke, will forever love you, even if you can’t see it.

As a teenager, I’m still developing and discovering myself, but I’m scared. Scared of how people truly perceive me. And I weird? Emotionless? Too loud? Too quiet? A pick-me? Even though I don’t like to admit it, Im so extremely self conscious. I want to be there for people, but I let my emotions get the best of me. I hate myself sometimes for things I can’t control. I feel so childish, even though I am a kid. Will this ever go away? Am I okay? Am I normal?

I’ve known you since we were born. And I wish I could’ve been nicer. We were both kids, I mean we still are. I miss you some nights when I look over my life-choices. We drifted away subconsciously, and only now am truly recognizing it. I love you. I love you so fucking much. You’re one of the only people in the world that has been there for thick and thin, and you are truly family even without blood.

I don’t really understand what happened in our friendship. After all it was quite the roller coaster. But even then, there will always be a special part in my heart for you. You helped me discover parts of myself that I didn’t even realize were there. And for that, I’m forever grateful. Because you were the first girl I ever truly liked.

I wish I could be accepted. Loved. I don’t want to feel this way. I was clean for so long, I thought the hardest part was over. But each time I look in the mirror, I see only the flaws. Not physically, but emotionally. Why do I have to find girls attractive? Why can’t girls like girls? If you found out would you hate me forever? I know how you feel about homosexuality, and pansexual individuals. And it hurts. It hurts so fucking much.

you know how much I hate cowardice. So why didn’t you ever talk to me again, just when things were going well? I thought that maybe our friendship was healing, that maybe one day I could tell my best friend about what’s been bottled inside. That I could tell him why I took offence to immaturity. His immaturity. But no, I never did. We never got to talk normally again. So no, I guess I’ll never tell him that I was closeted, and also liked girls. Stupid Ronan Bleachers, what a coward you were.

i kept your worn jeans from that one night we almost danced under the stars together... it's been bugging me ever since thinking about how much i wanted to hold you close then.

i still have your necklace from that night we were lost in the woods...

i wore that old shirt with the broken buttons on sunday night when we watched the stars together