Letter to my Friends

We all start out with fairytales, the hopes and illusions of living in a castle with servants who talk in rhymes, shining silver and gold utensils and a landscaped garden that complements the horizon from your bedroom window.

Then life happens. The fairytale becomes an unreasonable and ridiculous story made up to temporarily fill in the helplessness of your childhood. Too many people and events are allowed the power to manipulate our lives that who we were or thought we were totally becomes a strange and distant concept. How does it happen?Pain, sadness, emptiness are emotional visitors that never stop coming until it hurts and you eventually become numb. And when you thought you hit the bottom you’ll find that your back is yet to touch the ground, that you are still falling and the sound of your screams is useless because you are too deep in between.

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Letter of Teen Mother to her Baby in the Womb

Dear Baby,

Do you feel what I feel? When I am scared, do you feel scared too? I read that a baby in the womb will feel everything a mother feels. You think what I think. You hate what I hate and you love what I love.

If that is true then you must be scared to hell like I am. I mean, I can barely getting though my teen years and here I am about to be a mother. Soon enough, you will come out and will rely on me completely to survive. How am I supposed to guide you when I can barely survive myself? I am barely a good daughter and I have to be a great mother to you. If babies really feel what a mother feels then you must feel that. 

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Letter To My Childhood Friends

I just came from a night out with my two best buddies who also happen to be my cousins. i didn't realize how much we grew apart. This is my unsent letter to them. 

You are the two people I spent my childhood with. Memories of home are almost always memories with you. We have been each other’s witnesses to each other’s lives  - as reluctantly as it is fortunately.
 

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I Miss You: A Love Letter

I miss you constantly… all the time. It doesn’t pass. I wish it does… I usually take a moment waiting for it to pass. I try turning my attention to something else. I work, I write, I run, I exhaust myself to the point of helplessness just as so I will not have enough energy or time to miss you. But it just won’t go away. It takes over or co-exist with everything else inside or positions itself in between everything else. But it doesn’t go away.

I have never missed anyone this much that it makes my body ache literally. I tried crying. Tears have a magical way of allowing people to feel a little better under different circumstances. That’s useless too. I cry myself to sleep or I cry in the middle of work and I still would miss you with the same intensity, with the same passion, with the same pain. It’s just way too deep that even tears can’t reach it.

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Happy Birthday To Me

The first quarter was a high. It had the melodic riffs of a Jimi Hendrix and the timelessness of The Beatles. The drums were heartpounding like that of the Rolling Stone. The vocals were belted out loudly but clearly enunciated like that of Linkin Park.
It was a little bit Rock N Roll.

The second quarter was lyrically magical, like that of an Aretha Franklin. The vocals were difficult to follow, often shifting from lows to highs to beyond like that of a Macy Gray. There was sax, there was violin, ocassionally there was harp and, surprisingly, some a capella.
It was a little bit Soul.

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A Letter to Stupid Hearts

Dear Stupid Heart, 

He's a great guy. He won't break your heart. He doesn't lie. He calls when he says he will. He does what he says he will do. He is sensitive about your feelings. He tolerates your moods. He actually thinks your are cute when you mad. He has plans for his life and he has plans for you. 

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Break Up Letter : Outgrowing A Relationship

Below is my boyfriend's letter to me after he said he wanted to break up. He couldn't give a cohesive explanation then so I asked him to think about it. This is what he came up with.

I know you deserve an explanation and I have spent the last couple of days just trying to figure out what happened between us. 

We started out so in love and so sure, much like most couples. I wasn’t lying to you then when I said that I wanted to someday marry you. That’s how I felt then and I never thought that would change. 

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Loving Yourself: A Letter To Sad Souls

Loving yourself is too abstract a phrase that people associate it with all the wrong things. Some people think that loving yourself means finding a partner that will complete them - getting that someone who opens the doors for them, listens to their woes, worries about them, makes them laugh. Others do it by being that person to someone else – getting someone or a couple of someones who depend on them, who consider their words a law. Then there is the ever common scenario of trying to satisfy other people. Some people just do everything, even things beyond their power, just as so they could see other people nodding in agreement at what they do. That’s what loving yourself is for them – when others love them.

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Unique Cute Love Letter

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A Letter to My Bestfriend

Dear Pedro,


Everyday for the last 14 years, you always make me feel how happy you are to see me come home.

You never cared how much money I make or what job I do or where I live or where we go or how much weight I gained, for as long as you were with me, you were happy.

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Thank You Letter To Friends

I just finished writing my first book.

I expected a roller coaster ride but never the intensity of the twists and turns I encountered.

I proved that late night writing, ever-popular oftentimes doubted writers block, caffeine overload, eternal mood swings, anxiety attacks and instant fast food fascination are real and ever present. Those events were expected but there is always an after taste that I didn’t see coming. It is sometimes bad but often a discovery of me and of all these things, living and non-living and the spaces in between, around me.

It is surprising how one character can conveniently alter the structure of my world and then… watch another painfully destroy it. Those were heartaches.

There is also the possession… of things that are not real and so real. And the disappointment of losing them either by necessity or by perverted natural transition of things. No one warned me that it is more devastating to lose someone or something you never possessed.

The challenge to create something new… fresh… unexpected, whatever the fuck that means, out of a clean sheet of paper. These are the moments that make you want to walk the world upside down or use a filter on your eyes or do things inside out.

It brings out the most insane ideas especially when there are conflicts that can’t be resolved or loose ends that need to be tied in the interest of creating a seamless exploration of emotions and events. High after high and a low just deep. In the end, the insane starts making sense… fitting in… settling down… until it creates a circle leading to the end.

The guarantee is that after all those, things become much more bearable and meaningful because I get to live twice and do life through the different me. Eventually, I survived it without making me neither too in love nor too indifferent because it forced me to choose my battles.

To those who helped me ink my first screenplay either by not giving a shit or by giving a part of you voluntarily or otherwise, thank you.

Thanks for the distraction. Inspiration. The lousy debates. Unneeded cigar breaks. Tickling sessions. Planning the out of town trips that never happened (we always have next week, right?) Music trippin. Artworks. Eating. Perpetual late coming. Singing through the bad times, keeping silence through the worse. Making memories in the car… I had fun even though shelling out the dough was just as hard as having a love life.

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My Broken Heart

my heart is broken

my heart is broken. for the past 12.5 years, your binge drinking has been the reason for most of our problems. the way you used to hit me, insult me, cheat on me, ignore me, ignore my kids, let us down ...

when trying to sort things out, you would make promises that things would change, tell the kids you werent drinking, and sneak about lying bout what you were doing.

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An Open Letter To My Dad

Happy birthday, Dad.

I am suddenly feeling insecure about writing. There are so many things I want to tell you but I don’t think I have the skills good enough to encapsulate everything in this letter. But, what the heck. It’s your 60th birthday, let me give it a shot.

First, I want to say sorry for all the heartaches I caused you and mom. Between the two of you, you were always the one who had less to say. Whenever I come home with unimaginable problems, you would always sit behind mom saying too little a word to make me understand fully what’s going on in your head. You’d often look at me more with questions rather than judgments. That look was you trying to understand me and my struggles. Yet, you would always be the first one by my side when I need some rescuing. From a simple doctor’s check up to a trouble in school, you have always been there. And always… always the first one to make me laugh.

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What True Love Is

You’ll know love is real if it survives routine... ours did.

I just wished I realized that before you died. Wait for me there, love.

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Best Wedding Vows

This is how you write wedding vows. Here are some of the most romantic and heartwarming promises of love I have ever heard.

I have been a bestman to five weddings, I'm the only bachelor in the group now and have attended more than 15 weddings. I want to share the vows that stayed with me to this day. I am not exactly the kind of guy who is good at putting his thoughts into words but the ones who wrote these obviously were overtaken by strength of love that allowed them to write these wedding vows down.

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I Hate Love

Have you ever been in love?

Horrible isn't it?

It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you.

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Letter To My Boyfriend's Ex Girlfriend

And then you let him go.

You knew right away he was and is the one for you. Now you can only have him through the memories of how perfectly your hand fits with his, how his lips made your whole body feel the warmth of his love, how his embrace protected your soul from all the pain, how he made you feel whole specially when it mattered the most.  

He was not perfect.  No one is but he did his best. His flaws only made him real. He is not some prince charming you so wanted when you were a kid or the Mr. Right songs and movies and novels painted for you. He was the man who loved you at your best, understood and accepted you at your worst, and never left your side until the very end. His strengths held you as much as his weaknesses comforted you.

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Ready to Fall In Love

I wish there is some kind of a rulebook for vulnerability. Some guide that tells you when you’ve crossed the line or when enough is enough. Something you can bring along everyday everywhere you go to refer to when you see signs of danger or about to enter a state of confusion but I guess the danger of hurting is a pre-requisite to falling in love.

I tried evading the risk. I spent my whole life building walls and mastering strategies to keep everyone out and survive with only the things that are necessary. I was doing pretty good at it. Then you came and before I knew it, my walls kept on cracking until it had enough cracks for it to be destroyed with just a pinch. I don’t blame you, you didn’t ask for it. I think all you did is something silly like say ‘Hi.’

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Michael Jackson Handwritten Letter and Painting

Michael Jackson penned a very personal and heartfelt letter to his friend, William Pecchi Jr.

Pecky,

I very, very seldom write letters, but in this moving occasion I couldn’t help myself. I want to thank you for putting the effort forward to capture the magic and excitement of the people of the world. What you do is a very personal and powerful medium to me. It is the art of stopping time, to perserve a moment that the naked eye cannot hold, to capture truth spontaneous truth, the depths of excitement in human spirt. All else will be forgotten, but not the films. Generations from now will experience the excitement you’ve captured; it truly is a time capsule.

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[Un]loved Letter

I miss you.

I miss your kiss. I miss the way your soft lips play with mine like a gentle mist.

I miss you.

I miss your embrace. I miss the way you put your arms like no harm in the world can ever get to me.

I miss you.

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