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Dear Dreamgirl,
You don't know it yet, but you might save my life.
You are taller than I am and your hands are long so that they fold over mine. Your
mouth is full and real and made for smiling and your eyes are sharp because you see
and kind because you pretend not to.
Sometimes, when I'm walking down the street, I see somebody in a crisp dress uniform
or carefully groomed fatigues and my stomach bottoms out. I want to cry, but I don't,
because I swear to God nobody will ever see me cry ever again.
I might hold your hand too tightly and put my face into your neck, because the warm
scent of you drifts over your sensible shoulders and everything that was spiraling
away will spin back into place—
Dear Dreamgirl,
In the ugly, scarred parts of me, the parts that I don't like to show anybody,
there'll be a sliver of coal-black disbelief. You're going to leave me, too. You will.
You'll walk away and you'll never look back, just like she did. And I'll be alone
again and more broken than before and I can't.
I just can't be that way again.
Dear Dreamgirl,
I'm afraid of you.
You are patient and kind and perfectly gentle in the way you handle my bruises with
such care. I think I feel safe with you. But I haven't felt safe since she left and
you make things so different. I'm afraid to be so happy, so I'm afraid to be with you.
I don't think I know who I am without all of my bottled-up hurt.
Am I forgetting myself or just forgetting to be sad?
Dear Dreamgirl,
One day, you'll lean down to kiss me and I'll begin to cry.
I'll love you more in that moment than I've ever loved anybody.
And I will wonder all the while if you even love me back.
Dear Dreamgirl,
You should probably stay away from me. I'd destroy you.
Dear Dreamgirl,
I wish I could find you.
I'm tired of being alone.
You don't know it yet, but you might save my life.
You are taller than I am and your hands are long so that they fold over mine. Your
mouth is full and real and made for smiling and your eyes are sharp because you see
and kind because you pretend not to.
Sometimes, when I'm walking down the street, I see somebody in a crisp dress uniform
or carefully groomed fatigues and my stomach bottoms out. I want to cry, but I don't,
because I swear to God nobody will ever see me cry ever again.
scent of you drifts over your sensible shoulders and everything that was spiraling
away will spin back into place
Dear Dreamgirl,
In the ugly, scarred parts of me, the parts that I don't like to show anybody,
there'll be a sliver of coal-black disbelief. You're going to leave me, too. You will.
You'll walk away and you'll never look back, just like she did. And I'll be alone
again and more broken than before and I can't.
Dear Dreamgirl,
I'm afraid of you.
You are patient and kind and perfectly gentle in the way you handle my bruises with
such care. I think I feel safe with you. But I haven't felt safe since she left and
you make things so different. I'm afraid to be so happy, so I'm afraid to be with you.
I don't think I know who I am without all of my bottled-up hurt.
Dear Dreamgirl,
One day, you'll lean down to kiss me and I'll begin to cry.
I'll love you more in that moment than I've ever loved anybody.
Dear Dreamgirl,
Dear Dreamgirl,
I'm tired of being alone.
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I'm just a girl
I'm a girl
Who honors friendship
To the very last
I'm a girl
Who cares about family
Old fashioned (I know)
I'm a girl
Who helps the needed
Not just passes by
I'm a girl
That sounds
Nice and kind
But let's cut the bullshit
And just be dead honest
I won't say I love you
Every now and then
Won't smile
When I'm not in the mood
Can't laugh
As if everything is Okay
Can't lie
To make you feel better
So don't be surprised
I'm just being open
I'm not perfect
As it might seem
Not always happy
Nor always sad
I'm just like you
Someone with burdens
Resting on shoulders
I'm a girl
Who speaks out
What's on the mind
Who te
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What We Need
I think you're Beautiful.
Truly.
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we're never what we think.
at least twice a day, i find myself wishing i was less.
less of a worrier.
less of a lover.
less of a mess.
all of this would be so much better, if the disconnect between
what i want and what i have would close because then things
would be simple for the first time in years. and i could inhale
without wondering what kind of consequences it will have five
minutes from now. you can only imagine what really goes
through my mind in the time it'll take you to breathe in and
out. now hold it. like i've been holding this thought for months—
the girl i was is quickly vanishing.
i've been holding it like a secret on the tip of
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Dear Dreamgirl,
You don't exist.
Love,
Sarah
PS-- I never was any good at writing letters.
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Really. Nobody like this exists. Which is why I will be a spinster cat lady when all is said and done.
I think I would make a terrible girlfriend, frankly.
I'm not ready to let go. Read that never ready. Read that I just can't.
You don't exist.
Love,
Sarah
PS-- I never was any good at writing letters.
---
Really. Nobody like this exists. Which is why I will be a spinster cat lady when all is said and done.
I think I would make a terrible girlfriend, frankly.
I'm not ready to let go. Read that never ready. Read that I just can't.
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