A Letter of Resentment for My Future

This is a letter to my Future.

This might sound bitter, but I just need to be real. I can’t bear the thought of a sour ending anymore. I need my happy ending, because I’d die without it.

To be frank, Future, there was a time I didn’t even care if you’d exist. I didn’t want you to exist because I had given up on you completely. Then, I accepted you’d exist but I didn’t care if it was in poverty. I didn’t care if you became dirty, bruised, cracked, or replaceable. I figured the universe doesn’t care about me, or you, my Future. I figured no one is going to remember me anyway, so why on earth should I even try?

It went to my head, okay? I thought not caring about you would give me a resolve to carry on, but it did the opposite.

Future, I met people who have changed my mind. I’ve been guided towards the universe like a child with her hand outstretched. I touched it for the first time. The fabric was there, it was material, and all the time I lost fretting seemed to replace itself with a new kind of power. I can’t say I don’t care, because I do. I care so much, and that’s the universe’s fault. The universe took me in her arms, so now I have to face you again. She made me promise. So here we are.

Future, I wish I could tell you to leave me alone like everything else in my life. I wish I could tell you how scared I am of you without my voice quavering. “Do me a favor. Go on a bender. Just leave me alone.” I can’t say that to you, not again. I was kidding myself when I did.

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Future, I want to take care of you, I just don’t know how. I’m trying, slowly. I’m picking up the pieces you left behind when you ran away, like a trail leading to your hiding place. Pick up the phone, call me back. I need you, even though I was too stupid to realize it before.

It went to my head, okay? I thought not caring about you would give me a resolve to carry on, but it did the opposite. Then I cared too much, I got too clingy, and you left me behind in a cloud of dust. Please, take me back. I promise to take care of you this time. I promise to protect you. I made that promise to the universe, and now I’m making it to you.

Future, I love you. As much as I hate it, I do. I want you to beam, to gleam, to glitter. I want you to be shiny and new. I want you to live fully, completely, healthy.

Come back, Future. Let’s make it work. I’m a different person now, and I think we can do it, together.

Hey, Future. I’m sorry shit turned out this way. I hope we can work it out.

Love,

My Past.

 

 

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A Letter of Forgiveness to My Demons

First, shout out to my inability to keep a straight face. Whether I’m happy, sad, or mad, my face always gives me away. You are a sneak, you like to snitch on me, but that’s alright. Sometimes it makes for awkwardness, but other times you can make others laugh. I forgive you, lack of straight face, for making me completely transparent to both my friends and my enemies. It’s for the better, sometimes.

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Artwork by Masha Lifanova

Next on the list is my lack of focus. I can never get anything done with at least a little pressure, and I totally blame you. The irony of your existence is that I am eager to perfect every detail, but how can I if you are distracting me? Nonetheless, I have spit diamonds out when I am under pressure, even if the diamonds do end up a little bloody. You are what puts me under pressure, for better or worse, and I guess I can forgive you for that.

Third is my self doubt. I could find a cure to cancer, you would make me worry about the color of the bottle. Placing one word out of place feels like my undoing, and sometimes it can be so crippling I give up before I try. It’s not okay, definitely not, but perhaps, self-doubt, you just want me to the shoot for the stars. I forgive you for taking the wind out of my sails, because maybe I need to appreciate my journey more, not the destination.

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Dear Boy

Hey!

I know this is a little out of nowhere and it’s been a while since we’ve talked, but I just wanted to tell you a couple last things before we inevitably lose each other to oblivion.

Please know that you had an impact on my life. You weren’t just someone on a string I played with once in a while. You were a real person to me, and always will be. Never doubt that how much I valued your time. I know I took advantage of your love for me, and I can’t take that back. I hope you learned from me as much as I learned from you – while the lessons I taught you were more bitter than sweet, I hope the taste lingered on like it did for me, either way.

It was just bad timing. I was going through a lot, and that’s no excuse. If we met just a little earlier, maybe God’s plan would have been different for us. I know you don’t believe in fate, and I don’t either. Our time together is mere proof of that. If fate was kind and indeed existed, I would have been able to love you as deeply as you did me. That didn’t happen. I wish it could have, because I think we had a lot to offer each other.

Whatever I was going through shouldn’t have become the focal point of our relationship. I wish I could have understood sooner that I was succumbing to something much larger and darker than you or I, so that I could have warned you to stay away. This isn’t some Twilight fantasy. I hope that you learned not to love someone like me that hard ever again. People should deserve your love. It shouldn’t be just given away.

I am eternally grateful for the amount of energy you put into saving me. You couldn’t save me. I had to save myself. Leaving you was what I had to do to realize that. It sucks. I wish that wasn’t the case. It just sucks.

I am happy now, and I think you are too. I couldn’t be more proud of the both of us. I don’t think we would have achieved this if we continued side by side. Whether or not you agree… I’m happy for you. I feel for you. I love you, but not the way you thought or wanted. You don’t want that anymore, and I honestly never did. I think you knew that.

I do love you, in my own far away way. I will always admire you, but I will continue to do so from afar.

Thank you, again, for all the joy you have given me. I keep it on my bookshelf, silent but ever-present, appreciated but never touched. That’s how we ended up. That’s not a bad thing.

Here’s to oblivion. I hope it carries us further into a fog of content.

I wish you all the best.

Love,

Girl

Letters from Demeter

Dear Hera,
I received your letter on the gossip about my daughter, Persephone, and her husband, Hades. Very informative. The fact that they’ve separated and are living on opposite sides of the Underworld is very scandalous, you say, but I’m hardly surprised. The sanctity of marriage is at an all time low… Oh, I’m sorry, wasn’t that your area of expertise? No offense, I guess.

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