Platonic Love Letter #5

Dear A. S.,

We cried over a tree and believe me, in that moment I knew this love would be forever. We’d always said friends forever, but that moment was my validation. Were we really crying over the loss of the tree or our own growth? We had shared so many memories under that tree, but never again would we share one there. I don’t think we would have because we had already moved from the tree, but with it being cut down we had no way to try.

Our realization of the missing tree was also prefect timing. Summer after graduation. We’d all be going on to do bigger better things, with our friendship on the line. As the years have passed from that moment I know that no distance can break our friendship. I will always love you.

C. L. S.

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Platonic Love Letter #4

Dear K. B.,

I love you to the moon and back, and I always will. There is so much I would like to say to you but there aren’t enough loving words in the dictionary to express it. We have been through so much and our friendship has grown so. There are things I would never know about the world or about myself if we had never been friends.

And yet there are some things I fear to tell you, even though I tell you most everything. You are so kind and understanding. You have an open mind and an open heart, but I fear that one wrong step on my part will leave us split and broken. I know deep down that this will never happen and that this fear is irrational, but so are most fears and so it remains.

C. L. S.

 

Platonic Love Letter #3

Dear B.G.,

I do not love you. I loved the first year. You were my first to a lot of things. The first whose phone call was the best Christmas present that year. A simple phone call, and my heart was everywhere. The sound of your voice made me swoon. You were the first in which I had a song with. The song doesn’t matter anymore, but whenever I hear it, which is very rare, I think of you. I think of the good. Then you left. I was crushed, and yet I took you back. But this time things were different. I no longer loved you. I tried so hard to love you again. Then you were my first, and I still didn’t love you anymore. I left you, and you were crushed. I’m sorry I couldn’t find what we had. It will forever be stuck in the past. There are parts of me that would not be me without them. I thank you for those parts, whether good or bad.

C. L. S.

Platonic Love Letter #2

Dearest K.O.,

You are beyond gorgeous. You are not only beautiful on the inside, but you are just as beautiful on the outside. You are aware, for the most part, of your inner beauty, but you often deny your outer beauty. I know this is because that one person has made you feel ugly and unwanted, but I want you to know that anything they ever said means less than dirt. You are an amazing friend and I am true blessed to have you in my life. You often make me feel good about yourself and I wish I could do that 20 times towards you. I know you don’t believe me but you are beautiful. You have eyes that light up the room and a smile that lets your laughter just penetrate the entire space around you. And of course your hair is gorgeous, but that goes without saying. I wish I could get you to see how much you are appreciated and how much you matter. In your times of despair I wish you could see what everyone else sees. You are beautiful.

C. L. S.

Platonic Love Letter #1

Dearest I. S.,

You are one of the best people I am beyond glad to call my friend. We have know each other for less than a year and I already know you so well. I’ve already broke down in tears in front of you. I cannot even fathom how to tell you how much I love and appreciate you. You deserve all the great things that come to you.

C. L. S.

Why the love?

When I was a little girl I had so much love. I loved so many people and I let them all know it. I loved myself. I loved my body. I was happy with who I was. Now I have a sort of hatred for my body, for myself. I want to love myself again. I want to fall in love with the girl I am now, and love the girl I was. I want to have the love I used to have.

C. L. S.