Querido alguém,
Isso não é uma carta de amor. Muito menos de amizade. É um desabafo. Mas não um desabafo sobre alguém, é sobre mim. Não me reconheço mais, não me sinto eu. Sabe como isso dói? Dói toda noite, quando deito e penso na vida. Dói todo dia, quando paro e olho pro nada. Dói muito. Não gosto de que doa.
Dear All that have loved and have lossed,
Sometimes the ones we love the most leave when we most need them, and sometimes the brightest stars burn out in the hardest and fastest ways. But sometimes another person comes along and fixes everything. They fill the hole that someone else left and sometimes they burn as bright as the sun, and once they don’t burn out. And sometimes we don’t need someone else’s help to fix ourselves. Sometimes we do it ourselves. We find all of our broken pieces and we put them back together.
To all of us,
And I’m sorry because I think that sometimes the things we love the most are the things we have lost about ourselves, or who we want to be. And I miss things so much, things i used to know, things I want to know it seems like a stab in the stomach, and then the tears overflow. Do you wonder, do we wonder, we wonder how we seem to others.
l o v e
i love you <3
Any teenager out there:,
It gets better. I promise you. I may not know this, and you might not, but somehow I just know it does. That girl or guy that broke your heart will soon become just another distant memory. One day you’ll meet your forever soul and they’ll be happy with you.
But until then, keep going. Stay strong. I love you.
Querido mundo,
Durante toda la secundaria trate de ser una persona que no era en realidad, solo para poder encajar en un grupo social. Ahora que estoy a pocos años de terminar el bachillerato y que encontré la magia de las palabras; me di cuenta que no tienes que cambiar para poder ser reconocida por un grupo, lo único que necesitas es ser tú mismo. Las personas podrán ser muy crueles aveces, si, pero tienes que demostrar que tú eres mejor persona que ellos. Querido mundo tú me enseñaste a no tenerle miedo a hablar en voz alta, me enseñaste el amor a la escritura, y lo mas hermoso de todo, me enseñaste los libros y que los amores perfectos no solo existen en los libros, y que tienes que arriesgarte y tomar caminos que no habías pensado en tomar. algún día seré una escritora, para embellecer a este mundo con la magia de las palabras, y hacer que una chica o chico vea el mundo con otros ojos y vea toda su majestuosidad. Me gustaría decirte querido mundo, los lectores que han influido en mi corta vida, pero no lo are porque cada persona tiene pensamientos distintos y eso es lo que nos ... Read more
Dear and beloved Verónica,
Hey 🙂 i’m being cruel , you don’t speak english, but at the final of the letter I’ll write all of this in spanish, don’t worry. In first place this is funny cause I asked for this book because when I saw it on the library it remembered you. All that stuff of the improvement and the acceptance. I felt so identified with Laurel, the main character. She’s so… like me. I don’t know. With all of the reflections that have she, I noticed that i’m angry with you. Can’t do anything with it, I’ll always be mad at you. Anyway, You always will be whom i love more. I Wanted to say this here I don’t know why .-. Always in my heart, mom.
Queridos escritores:,
Es muy emocionante para mi pensar en todas las vidas que pude leer en sus maravillosas historias. Cada libro que tengo tiene esa pizca de magia que me encanta, me hacen sentir feliz, triste, asustada, y a veces enamorada de los chicos perfectos cuyas personalidades parecen imposibles de encontrar en alguien de carne y hueso. Los libros son parte de mi, con ellos supere los amores fallidos, los insultos de las chicas malas del colegio, y el miedo a ser yo misma. Para mi no había nada mas genial que ir a las librerías, quizás no compraba libros cada vez que iba, pero el hecho de estar en un lugar en el que habían personas con las que me sentía cómoda porque sin conocerlas sabia que compartíamos un mismo amor por las palabras. Princesas y dragones, magos y hechiceros, dioses y monstruos, enfermedades, romances, viajeros del tiempo, jugadores, aventureros y muchos mas. Desde la niñez cada persona a disfrutado algo que la tecnología nunca lograra superar… el placer de tener entre las manos un gran libro. Ya sea contado de voz en voz, leído por padres, abuelos y hermanos o incluso por uno mismo, los libros siempre serán un recurso muy importante, ... Read more
Dear Daniel,
Kissing you was understanding why the nights were so dark,it was realizing all of the stars were living between your lips,it was like if every touch was a wave and i was drowing.But now im just swimming in the darkness.
Drear old me,
I miss the crazy angy that lived in the USA and now is in the worst country in the world Mexico. We’ll I miss you because you now care what people think about you, you being so serious. And being such a bitch like the people here! I hate that so much I hate crying my self to sleep. Where is the girl that wanted to go to collage? She is gone. The girl that had a average of 9.9 Is now a girl that has an average of 7! Wtf!! I hate myself Im such a bitch with bad grades that smiles so she won’t be so sad and reads all the time to forget everything (which is not bad because I love reading!)
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