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Ok, right, so I think this can be a type of creative writing, because it allows you to say what you want to say with no confines of lines, no complexities of regularity. This could be angry letters, happy ones, funny letters, or sad ones. Just let it all go! So ok this one is to my recently ex-fiance.
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Dear Blankity Blank,
I'm alone here in my apartment tonight, wallowing(Spell check) in my own reclusiveness. Blank's absence has stricken me with more grief than I previously expected. Now that he and his awkwardly controlling significant other have left me to my own devices with this apartment, I find my self once again in the same place I was at the juncture in time in which you decided to part from my life.
I still don't understand why you put me through such torture, nor do I understand the immediate reasons in which you decided to start seeing a man you work with not two weeks after the end of our engagement. Perhaps I do. Perhaps you were cheating on me, as my thoughtless friends continue to alude to in their speech. Quite possibly you're hiding from the gaping shotgun hole that replaces your soul when you lose someone whom you've spent every minute of every day with for the past two years. You're best friend for six. All this devotion only to be repayed with being replaced with this "somebody else." Still though, I have no contempt.
No contempt for the three nights you left me stranded with no rope-not even a thread-tied to any kind of assumed sanity. For the fact that you were wrong when you swore all of our commradery(SC) needs were met with eachother. For the fact that you left me with no friends when you realized you were. For the weeks you would fling my heart around as if it were some cheap childs toy; telling me we were back together and breaking up with me again, hugging me with these absurdly long, clenching grasps and words such as "I fit in your arms." No contempt for you giving me far to many, grotesque details of the actions you take in your new "not so great" sex life. No, I have no contempt for your desire to stay best friends after all this, followed by huge gaps of time in which we don't even speak. You, my friend inspire love.
If you will not allow me to love you to the capacity which I desire, then I have no choice but to keep you in my heart as the incredibly sweet, intelligent, caring friend you always have been to me. For that which is not important, is what we do to show our love for eachother. What truly is important, is that we have love for eachother. I sincerely believe that were we-godforbid-to go years with absence of eachothers voice and figure alike, I would think of you some day in some far, distant land. I would have a spark of memory, of a person I felt a level of connection with that I never believed was possible. Not of some cruel hearted vixen who left me broke and without the love I so desperately want to share with the world.
It's late now, I'm going to bed. That's not all I have to say to you but it will have to do for this moment of almost intoxicating sleepiness. Maybe it'll be my night and I won't dream of you in my rest. Goodbye.

With the dearest of regards,
Your friend Blankon Blankman

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The names in the above letter were changed for their protection

 

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That's really well written. Did you use the thesaurus a ****load or is that how you naturally write?

Leithreas

the pothead returns for a third time....

i enjoyed reading your letter...previous works have had the same highlight.

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"I am the Alpha and the Omega," says the Lord God, "who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty." --Revelation 1:8

Have a nice day!

potheadreturns3

It's how I write. Thank you both. Good to see you still here Lithium