#unsentletters

[wordsfromgoose]

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[brokenletters]

Tonight was hard. It was hard to tell you no, you can’t stay here. Just weeks ago we were laying in bed watching movies together, doing our nightly rituals of filling waters and turning off lights before settling in. The feelings come in waves. Sometimes I’m angry, sometimes I’m sad, sometimes I’m confident. Other times I miss you, I want to forgive and forget, I want to be whole again, as one. I know there is no coming back this time. This time the line has been crossed too far. This time, I’m left shattered instead of cracked. This time, I choose to be strong for the Baby. It’s easier to be strong for Him then myself.

Tonight was hard. It was hard to look at you knowing what you’ve done to me, to the Baby. To know you’re not sorry, not one regret on how you’ve broken me more. You don’t love me, you never did. You loved what I could do for you. You loved the security, the provider in Me. But this wasn’t your first rodeo, was it ‘Partner’? You’ve walked the line of infidelity with more confidence then cat with nine lives.

Tonight was hard. And it will get harder, it will get easier, and it will be hard again. I often question myself, wondering if I made the right decision to leave. Sometimes I wonder, “if maybe I kept my mouth shut, took more bullshit without rebellion. Could it work?” We may have only 80 years on this planet, and I don’t want to spend one more pretending I can be okay with less then the bare minimum. I’m going to raise this Baby to respect others and how to treat a future partner. I have big plans for this Baby, and I can’t raise a strong Baby with narcissism and anger running amongst your veins in our home, can I?

#breakup #divorce #unread letters #unsentletters #bad breakup #couples therapy #broken #hurt #cheating #only fans #writing

[ajarofwords]

Dear M,

It’s been over a month since you told that your father died. I’ve been meaning to call you since then but I cannot bring myself to pick up the phone and physically call you. I’m terrible person for that and I just wish I could tell you how sorry I truly am. I know it’s too late to mend our relationship, too many vile things have been said and twice as many good things left unsaid. I just wish I could go back in time and do things differently. I was extremely hurt and angry. I think my biggest mistake was taking all that resentment and letting it sit with me. You have moved on, found new friends and I hope they’re giving you all the love you deserve. I hope they are to you what I could never be. You’re always be my best friend at heart.

 With love

#unsentletters #personal

[unsentlettersx]

Day 1: Without You

Realizing different types of love was hard. It's an intricate level of understanding on what's right, proper, appropriate - you know, fitting it in a box where you can just label it because it's goddamn easier.

Let's cut to the chase, shall we? You're right.

I'm still not over my ex yet.

Despite dating around. Despite crying over other men. Despite meeting you.

Still not over ≠ want her back.

Nope, that's not what's happening.

This is part where I realized I'm still healing. The desperate move of replacing her. The desperate need of not being alone. Everyone I met the past year was just a placeholder of what I lost. I'm sorry.

The cathartic moment when I realize all these was when I replaced my wallet from her. It was the first gift she gave me. I got so emotional when I removed every card, every paper I had in it. It was hard to let go... like it's filled with the past three years of my life- two years with her and one without. It was a collective memories where we existed then we didn't. It was an exhausting scream of arguments, pleasant car rides, warmest hugs I never thought I needed. It was the hugs that made me stay after those unending fights. It was that warmth. I wanted that, still want it.

What's fucked up - it wasn't her hug that I want. It was just the idea of having someone who loves me. Who deeply loves me. She gave me that despite the disrespect and betrayal from the breakup.

You're probably thinking- what's the point of this? How's this related to you? I don't know neither.

I just know you're special the moment I met you. You're my goofball. I don't know you at all. I know what hurt you, and your regrets but my love, It's not who you are. We have a long way to go. I don't know if I'm still special to you despite being strangers to each other but what I know is, I want you to stay this time. Thank you for coming back. Thank you for picking me up the pieces.

#lee #letters #unsentletters #unsent letters

[lovesck]

i sent you my unsent letters. i hope you read them.

#unsentletters

[anon-unsent-letters]

Your silence is making me feel so forgettable

You may say words that have hurt me, but nothing hurts more than silence.

I won’t write you again, I got your message in the one you didn’t send.

#submission #anon-unsent-letters #unsent letters #unsentletters #feelings #love #heartbreak

[aenscribbles]

#AENWRITES | 2

A letter to someone I feel resentful towards

Two years ago, I made a list. This list consists of names of people whom I wanted to dedicate a specific letter to. Back then, I was sure of which and who I should write the letters for, or so I thought.

Although I know at the back of my head that those people won't remain in their respective brackets, at least by then I was confident that they're someone I could consider a constant. But then again, things didn't go as planned nor how I imagined it would be… Now, ironically, I am writing this letter for these people who I once thought were good for me, my life, and my welfare—little did I know that they will be the ones who'll inflict worse to an already existing trauma.

So, here's to these people, who I must not name...

A few steps back when I met these people, they are someone I genuinely admire and look up to for certain reasons. And with all honesty I had a hard time getting a hold of them, however I knew that the issue was myself. I wasn't a people person, after all I wouldn't have been diagnosed to have social anxiety if I was, right? And by that, it's given that oftentimes there are evident difficulties in me whenever I meet new people. Not that I don't like them, but the idea of mingling with new faces and having an internal battle with myself of feeling unwanted—all at once—is taxing. If you have ever felt that, you'll get me, for sure.

I got by even so, I managed. To say that I was ecstatic when I met them is an understatement, because I am delighted to finally know and be with them, especially when they're the people of the person I loved. I am aware for some instance that I didn't do great on making them feel nor see that I was, but I am, I really am. By the most I try to make ends meet, I exert massive effort to them, for them, no matter how it comically drains me to the core.

I used to be bothered by the thought of that before, after all I wanted to earn their hearts just as much as I respect them. And as ironic as it sounds, I wanted to please them, because there's this part of me that wanted to be validated by them for reasons that their opinion mattered to the person in relation to them. I guess that's just really how it works when you want to be accepted.

I could say that things have been fun and great while it lasted, besides I should not keep it on the blind side just because things didn't work out. After all, in a matter of those moments I've still learned so much along the path with them and I have considered them dear.

Paradoxically, as much as I don't want to brand these people as someone whom I feel resentful towards, I just can't help it when even after countless times shared with them, they have managed to betray me. Such a strong word to describe them? Maybe, but not actually.

In my defense, I do not resent them just because of a shit of a reason. The time when it all came down to ruins, I was in deep pain and they were perfectly aware of it, up to its tiniest bit. I believed that they respect me, or at least have an ounce of respect for me, but when things were brought out of light—it was utterly disappointing to know that they knew about it but they did nothing to stop what was happening, even though they knew it was wrong.

I was hurt, and I am still hurting.

And this letter, I wanted to write how bad its impact in my life is, even if each word won't really give justice to the pain I've felt and still feeling.

I trusted each of you. I've put my trust in you, even when you're all aware that it was never easy for me to trust anyone, but I still did so, because I value each of you.

Over the past months, I keep on making myself believe that you have your own reasons why you tolerated such bullshit even when it means betraying me. But I am no saint, I am not the nicest person to just let it pass when I am well aware of the damage it caused me.

Because of people like you… I can't find myself trusting anyone again, even myself. And that's a straight punch to my gut, because I let people like you do this to me.

I thought, back then, that years of practicing and trying will make me overcome my fear of getting to know people and trusting will be a step forward through all of you. But no, instead you turned my fear into a crippling nightmare that I still dream of in every passing sleep.

I can't find myself believing words, I can't find myself at peace even at the slightest assurance, because you—all of you, you broke and ruined the foundation of trust I've been long trying to build. And if you think that what you did was right, then I have all the rights to resent you for as long as the pain and damage lives in me.

It took me long to break free, it took me this long to write this—because even the thought of any of you nor a mere mention of your names shatters my heart. Much so, it took me a long time to brave my way to write this even when my heart breaks by every word and every memory I have to relive.

I hope all of you could sleep at night, even when you all know you have destroyed someone. I was happy when I met all of you, but I was beyond glad that you're all out of my life.

Good riddance.

#aenscribbles #alnmlbnn #bebrave #breatheapril #keepgoing #mementovivere #stillbravingallen #mentalhealthawareness #unsentletters #aenwrites

[sretteltnesnu]

I know it's not in my head. I know we're not as close as we used to be. I know you don't care about me as much as you used to. Your priorities are different now. You don't offer me the same kind of support you once did. You don't offer me the same kind of compassion you once did. You're not the same kind of friend you once were. I don't blame you. You have a family now. It still sucks, though. I would do anything for you. But you wouldn't do the same for me.

Your words are a lot colder, more shallow. I miss how you used to talk to me, how you used to comfort me. I miss the old friend I used to have. The one who was my kindred spirit, my bossom friend, my soulmate, my sister.

It hurts.

#friends #friendship #unsentletters #missing you

[z-unsentletters]

One of the unsent letters I wrote two years ago out of many.

This letter was supposed to be sent through email, but for some personal reasons, I finally decided not to send it anymore and just posted it here as an open letter. So here lies one of my unsent letters that I wrote two years ago. - May 30, 2022

Hi! It's me, from a couple of years back. I trust that as you read this, we're still friends, keeping the conversation alive online and in person. Of course, if life led us on separate paths, and we suddenly stopped talking to one another (for the better, perhaps), that's cool, too, and I understand. I'm crossing my fingers that you still check your email so my little time capsule here will not go unnoticed. I did give you a heads-up, remember? So, blame my penchant for romance and drama–I've turned this into a 'techie' time capsule. LOL. I hope you make it through the last word of this letter because it is packed with all the things I couldn't quite express that day. It's just that it took me quite a long time to finally tell you everything that was on my mind that very day that I opted for a scheduled email, thinking I’ll forget about this one when this day comes. It's up to you whether you brave this lengthy message as I've got a lot to share, as usual.

As you unwrap this letter and, let's assume, dive into it the very day it arrives, it marks the second year after our breakup. I sincerely wish we had found healing and happiness by now, as we both undeniably deserve it. We're most likely navigating our last month in our college senior year, with hopes high for us to graduate and be a step closer to our dreams. I'm optimistic that the dreams we once shared, of ideal houses, dream careers, and those travel destinations, will come true. Always remember, I take immense pride in you, future engineer.

The experience of falling for you was incredible and terrifying, the greatest yet scariest feeling I've encountered since. Every day brought us closer, and I cherished the moments of talking and laughing together. I hope you cherished those moments, too. It felt like a refreshing excitement, as I was used to liking someone from far away or had not experienced being appreciated back. The scary part came when I realized you had become incredibly important to me, and the thought of losing you was something I couldn't bear. It is hard to like a treasured friend because if things go south, the friendship is at risk, and nothing will ever be the same again. Despite being in denial about my feelings towards you as you were a treasured friend, it became evident through my constant mentioning of your name and incessant search for you. It took me a reality check from our friends to finally admit what was happening.

We had our share of happiness. But I want you to know that even if only for a while, you profoundly impacted my life. Those years spent with you were undeniably my happiest. Believe me, all my friends couldn't help but notice that whenever we were together, I radiated joy as if it were their first time seeing me genuinely happy. Knowing that I made you happy made me happy, too. I've said this before, but it's worth repeating–thank you for giving me a taste of that elusive "high school love" after a string of failed crushes. Gratitude fills me for taking me to new places and letting me experience things that I had never encountered. Your commitment to ensuring my safety, from knowing the tricycle's plate number to driving me home, doesn't go unnoticed.

Thank you for believing in love again and allowing me to love you in return. Those sweet messages, the way you made me feel good and pretty, like how my name, suggests each time I sent you some selfies and each time we were together, allowing me to be your Smurfette, sunshine, and everything in between–thank you. Thank you for being a part of my life because I learned a lot through you. In you, I found the love of my life, my moonshine in the darkest moments, my inspiration, my push to keep going, my home, and my solace. 

I did not lose you totally, right? (I hope so. But again, if things don't go how I want, I will understand.)

The "me" from two years ago kept pondering countless what-ifs. What if I had been stronger and braver? What if I had been more emotionally stable? Perhaps we'd still be together, creating lasting memories as a couple. But, life's brimming with surprises, they say. As this letter makes its way to you, I genuinely hope I've grown stronger, braver, and more stable to confront whatever comes my way. I sincerely hope that I've finally found peace and no longer require fixing and that I am more mature and ready to commit. Likewise, I wish you to handle life's challenges gracefully and resiliently and that you will be genuinely happy as you deserve it so much. 

The "me" from two years ago still hadn't fully adjusted. I miss holding your hand while you drive, pinching your cheeks, and the warmth of hugging and kissing you. I miss watching movies through Google Meet with you, especially my favorite, Ride Your Wave. I long for everything about us and our time together because I have been so used to your existence that when something happens to me, my mind automatically wants to tell it to you. Our routine of talking every day before was still on me, and I promise, I'm trying to get rid of it now. Even now, as I write this, I am not accustomed to waking up without sending you good morning messages as I usually wake up earlier or go to sleep as I usually sleep earlier without our nightly exchange of good night messages and those three words in our language. 

The pain lingers when I listen to my favorite songs, which are strongly associated with you. Witnessing the sunset and everything related to the sun (and moon) remains a daily reminder of the ache. I will reclaim my favorite songs so their melodies no longer sting, especially when the time comes that I finally mustered the courage to listen to them. The sunset and the moon, too, will become a serene view rather than a painful memory. I'll likely find someone to share sweet messages, playlists, and experiences with. Lastly, I hope you find someone to hold hands with, share hugs and kisses, and exchange those heartfelt messages. May you find someone who will write you more handwritten letters. Of course, I will never forget that you also love handwritten letters. 

Choosing not to love you as intensely as I do now and cherishing the memories we created seems like the only way forward. However, I want you to know I will never regret knowing you and the beautiful memories we shared. The best I can offer is to be your friend, always ready with a call or chat whenever you need. If things don't go south, remember, I'm just a message away. 

Always drive safely wherever you go, R. - P.

#UnsentLetter

[theloulouge]

Life Lens - Entry 108

Love Lost I know it might sound selfish, but there’s this undeniable part of me that doesn’t want to fade away from your thoughts. I want to stay etched in your memory, to be the one you remember when you’re driving down the street with someone else beside you. I want you to wish I was there, singing along, taking pictures, being the one who made every moment special. And it’s not just about…

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[wordsfromgoose]

I'm working on living life. I hope you truly are too.

#unsentletters #mine #her #thoughts #sunflower #personal #quote #writing

[blonp]

Friendly reminder, human communication is and always has been flawed; perspective and experience filter all words you will ever hear

#tips #the strings #my post #perspective #outlook #on a side note the unsentletters sub has some really good writing #it’s interesting to read so many different perspectives

[bella-swans]

Stephenie Meyer, “Eclipse” // Emily Bronte, “Wuthering Heights” // Unknown, r/UnsentLetters // a.r. asher // Pavana // N. R. Hart // Unknown // James Cameron, “Titanic”

#jacob x bella #goldieyes #twilightedit #web weave #kristen stewart #taylor lautner #thetwilightsagaedit #* #i am pushing an agenda today ooh boy

[rayven-interrupted]

I’m addicted to

r/UnsentLetters

It’s such an emotional subreddit

[swagyano]

i am 2 steps away from becoming a r/unsentletters poster

#yea sometimes i go on there and read stuff. #and cry. #like the only r/ i use. #waht about it!!!!

[lovesck]

i want to tell you about my day. i wanna tell you about the new friends i made. i want to tell you about my cats. about my job. about how i quit smokey. about how i cut off my dad and we don’t speak anymore. but for now, i’ll have to content myself.

#unsentletters