u/Equivalent-Ant6024

Your sweet words of encouragement inspired me to create more artwork during a dark time in my life. Your letter held words that felt gentle, almost like sweet kisses.

When you heart my art and photos on Instagram, I feel a little rush of happiness; a hit of dopamine that makes me smile.

I don’t know what you think of me, and I’m too afraid to tell you how I feel about you. It has been so many years since we last saw each other in person.

I was so sad and hurt you pretended to like me and then you turned around and basically said you hated me. We have been friends for years and I really trusted and admired you. Now you seem very callous and cruel.

Dearest A,

I write to you here because you cannot reply. Normally, I would begin by saying how much I miss talking to you. Our connection was once drunk on love; our minds seemed connected by an invisible thread. Now, we might pass each other like strangers in the street.

Just so you know, I will always think of you, even as the years pass and we remain strangers in each other's lives. I sometimes wonder whether my mistakes still linger in your memory, even if you have moved on. I am so deeply sorry that I hurt you. It is something I have never truly forgiven myself for.

I am a flawed person who loved you deeply. Now, I may live an independent and sometimes lonely life, carrying the sadness of the past while still hoping for happiness in the future.

I hope life has been kind to you. You deserve every happiness.
Best wishes, my darling friend, c

I have an old friend who I’ve known since I was young. Over the years, we would keep in touch sporadically, sometimes staying connected and sometimes losing touch.

Earlier this year, I had a dream that he had married a particular woman. In the dream, I was sitting at a café with both of them. At the time, I had no knowledge that he was getting married or who he might marry.

A few weeks ago, I came across a photo of my friend and his new wife, who he had married earlier this year. When I saw her, she looked like the woman I had seen in my dream.

It was such a strange and unexpected experience. Has anyone else ever had a dream about something that later seemed to reflect a reality they had no way of knowing about?

We parted ways many years ago, yet I still feel the same sweetness for you that I did when we first spoke as youngsters. Now your silence speaks loudly as you move on to wonderful, better things. I'm proud of you from afar, and I'm happy you found happiness in life. I'm only saddened that we may never speak again, and that loss weighs heavily on my mind.
My life has been very hard and stressful lately, but I escape into my imagination, picturing beautiful places that I try to draw on paper with my markers and pencils. It helps soften the weight of my difficulties.
Thank you for the words you sent me in February. They woke me up and told me what I needed to hear. You were blunt yet kind, encouraging yet distant.
Goodbye, my sweet friend.
C.

I wish we could meet again in another life dearest friend, but sadly I do not believe that is the case. I had my chance and ruined it with my mistakes. I think of you and try to do better each day, to learn from my errors and make the best out of everything I do. I wish you happiness in your life with your new lovely wife. She is your sweetheart now. Good bye sweet A, you meant so much to me.

My dear friend,

I cannot write to you anymore, so I’ll write here instead. I still wish you sweetness and happiness in your busy life, like always.

We met what feels like a lifetime ago, not much more than teenagers. The distance and the miscommunication meant we were never quite a couple, just two people who loved each other too much for the lives we were living.

When I see the we met, my heart still drops. The year we met, and the year I first let something beautiful slip through my hands.

For a long time, I told myself we should never have met so young. That maybe, if life had waited a little, we could have been something more. But I think now… we met when we were meant to. We just didn’t know how rare what we had was, or how to hold onto it.

I wish the last time we had could have been forever, but as always, something pulled us apart again.

You told me to move on, as you have. I hear you. I hold onto the way you told me to be strong, to be independent, to turn my mistakes into something better. I think of you when I try to do better in life

Some part of me will always care for you. But I understand now that not everything we love is meant to stay.

Thank you, for everything we were, even if it never quite became what we once imagined.

Goodbye,

Does anyone know about the talk of Dunedin City Council joining with the Waitaki District Council? Would that be one major for all of coastal Otago (Dunedin up to I guess Oamaru and or Omarama)? It’s an interesting idea and covers a big land area.

This is my letter never sent to a friend I always loved. We all seem to have that one friend that feels like a twin flame, even if we may not believe and it’s hard to explain. I wish they could read my letter, but they never will as they moved on with their lives.

To my dear friend xxxxxxxx,

I cannot write to you anymore, so I’ll write here instead. I still wish you sweetness and happiness in your busy life, like always.

We met what feels like a lifetime ago, not much more than teenagers. The distance and the miscommunication meant we were never quite a couple, just two people who loved each other too much for the lives we were living.

When I see the year we met, my heart still drops. The year I first let something beautiful slip through my hands.

For a long time, I told myself we should never have met so young. That maybe, if life had waited a little, we could have been something more. But I think now, I don’t know. We just didn’t know how rare what we had was, or how to hold onto it.

I wish the last time we had could have been forever, but as always, something pulled us apart again.

You told me to move on, as you have. I hear you. I’m trying. I hold onto the way you told me to be strong, to be independent, to turn my mistakes into something better. I think of you when I try to do better in life, and in myself.

Some part of me will always carry you, quietly. But I understand now that not everything we love is meant to stay.

Thank you, for everything we were, even if it never quite became what we once imagined.

Goodbye,
Xxxxxxxx.

This is my letter never sent to a friend I always loved. We all seem to have that one friend that feels like a twin flame, even if we may not believe and it’s hard to explain. I wish they could read my letter, but they never will as they moved on with their lives.

To my dear friend xxxxxxxx,

I cannot write to you anymore, so I’ll write here instead. I still wish you sweetness and happiness in your busy life, like always.

We met what feels like a lifetime ago, not much more than teenagers. The distance and the miscommunication meant we were never quite a couple, just two people who loved each other too much for the lives we were living.

When I see the year we met, my heart still drops. The year I first let something beautiful slip through my hands.

For a long time, I told myself we should never have met so young. That maybe, if life had waited a little, we could have been something more. But I think now, I don’t know. We just didn’t know how rare what we had was, or how to hold onto it.

I wish the last time we had could have been forever, but as always, something pulled us apart again.

You told me to move on, as you have. I hear you. I’m trying. I hold onto the way you told me to be strong, to be independent, to turn my mistakes into something better. I think of you when I try to do better in life, and in myself.

Some part of me will always carry you, quietly. But I understand now that not everything we love is meant to stay.

Thank you, for everything we were, even if it never quite became what we once imagined.

Goodbye,
Xxxxxxxx.