Monday, July 9, 2012

I just thought you should know.

Here's the deal, I just don't understand why we don't always say what we mean? If we have something pressing on our hearts shouldn't we share it? I just think we are betting on our life spans when we don't say what we have to say. Isn't it ridiculous how many things we keep locked up inside ourselves? So I don't just think, but know we should be more open with all of those around us no matter how well we know them. And that may sound scary, I get it. So why don't we just write it in a letter? The romantic old lady in me is obsessed with a well thought out letter. It doesn't have to be well written, it just needs to be from the heart. Whatever we are afraid to say in public we can always write it down. And simply give it to the other person, and maybe run away after but at least you wrote it and gave it. As long as we put ourselves and heart into things we do I know that we will succeed in our endeavors in the end. So until I can give this to the person I plan to, here will be my letter. And maybe it'll inspire you to really tell someone something, I can only wish. You never know if it'd make their day, you never know what kind of confidence boost they need. I think that when we are keeping these thoughts inside we are being selfish. We are only thinking about how we feel and not how they do. They may need to hear something nice, and that is the reason why I write these letters.

I just thought you should know, that you're so kind it hurts me. Though that may not make sense, your kindness hides, what you really think about me. Unless it's true kindness which I haven't figured out yet. You're so nice, it's like you are pitying me. Not that I'm ungrateful, because I wouldn't want you to treat me any other way. But your kindness leaves me confused and almost hurt. I guess it makes me feel like a charity case. I wish I knew what you really felt. I just want to know what you really think. I need to know now, then we can go back to being friendly. I need to know where I stand. Now that I've got that out of the way, I want to tell you what I see when I look at you. You're funny. I think that may stand out above all things. It's like this dorky funny, but that awkwardness never fails to leave those around with a smile and a laugh. I love the way you laugh when no one else does, it's like you have your own inside joke and no one else around you will ever understand. It's simply wonderful. The way you will make the effort to make conversation with those around you, I love to watch you go around and talk to those that you may not necessarily like all that much, but you still try. I have never seen you outright dislike someone, that's impressive. The way I know you'd enjoy eating Costco samples with me all day. When you are quiet and don't want to talk to those around you. You enjoy the moment and let things come to you, which reminds me of how I feel most days. The way you pull of so many things that others can't. Your so kind to your family, I'm amazed with your relationships with all of those in your family. You can read others. I feel like this is the best thing above all of the other traits. You take the time to really see how those around you feel and act accordingly. I love that. But that's where I get confused. Are you being kind because I'm awkward or are you actually interested in being acquainted with me?

I honestly think it's letters like this one above that really blow people away. What a random surprise. No one ever expects that kind of honesty, especially flattering honesty. Talk about making someone's day. For the rest of their life they will have a great amount of respect for you. And you can basically get people to do whatever you want them to with that kind of honesty. Because it's different. It sets you apart from others. I learned this important lesson when I was 14, the best thing by far that I've ever learned. Kind honesty always wins the day. And you can get a boyfriend from such a letter? It's basically like magic. So go and do it sometime, and more than just once.

Sunday Lane-Reckless One

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