Friendship

Dear Pastor
Dear Tati, The sheer fact that I’m writing an inspirational letter about you that’ll be presented on a public forum is already pretty gross. You don’t have to tell me. It’s a complete reversal of all that our friendship stands for. We don’t do openly affectionate expressions. We barely do it in front of other people and that’s what makes us work. That isn’t to say we don’t share how grateful we are for each other. When we do so, it’s beautiful. Seeing how it’s been a while since the previous friend love fest, here we go. Love me now, hate me later.
By Marquis D. Gibson5 years ago in Confessions
ROSALIE
Rosalie This is your legal name. You never use this name. I am one of only a few people that know your real first name. We met in 2012 as business associates. I never anticipated how dear of a friend you would become to me.
By Cara Arildsen5 years ago in Confessions
she's the salt of the 🌏 and she's dangerous
Beloved. I write to you on a cloudy day, with a pizza in the oven. Pepperoni, not my favorite, but I'll manage. I write to you on a day when the world stood still and the grass fed grief was still fresh.
By Emma Anderson5 years ago in Confessions
To the Ying to My Yang
Have you ever wanted to go back and have those tough discussions with people who are no longer present? I don't mean in life or death; I'm talking about those no longer in our lives (physical, mental, or just plain cut out). They say with time comes healing and forgiveness, but with our time, it still sits heavy on my heart. To stand from the outside looking in, nothing looked broken. But for the two people who lived it, we have gone through hell and back, slowly chasing our beautiful bond.
By Jackie Fazekas5 years ago in Confessions