Friendship
To A Loving Soul Who Is My Family, My World
To my bestie Karthi, When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be. When you thought I wasn't looking, I LOOKED....and wanted to say thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking," - Mary Rita Schilke Korzan
By Rashmi G4 years ago in Confessions
Unsent letter to my ex-best friend from College
Dear ex best friend, I remember the first time we met in college, we basically became best friends after we both agreed that one of our peers was irritating. Since that happened, we would hang out at restaurants during lunch time, I would spend time with you at your home and eat the delicious meals your mom would make. We would joke around a lot and explore Downtown Chicago. Like normal friendships, we would have our ups and downs. When I think of you, many things come to my mind, such as us being able to be open with each other and communicate our feelings, us being there for each other when we would encounter awful moments, us messaging each other funny videos, and so much more.
By Diani Alvarenga4 years ago in Confessions
The Way Things Used to Be
I miss you, or maybe more specifically, I miss when I didn’t have to miss you. I’ve always found it sort of funny how someone can go from a total stranger to your best friend overnight. Talking to you came as naturally as breathing. I never had to think about it, and I never felt like I couldn’t just be myself. I was surprised at how comfortable it felt hanging out with you, at how effortless conversations were. For a while, you were the first person I said good morning to, and the last person I said goodnight to. I suppose when you spend all of your free time with someone, getting at least slightly attached to them is inevitable. I never planned on getting so used to your company, but I did.
By E. C. Mira4 years ago in Confessions
Without You I Would Have Had To Sell My Soul To Survive
Dear Bruce, Do you remember in 1991 I hitched a ride from Kununurra to Darwin with a couple of truck drivers. This was not a planned journey, as I was running from my abusive husband. What I was going to do when I hit Darwin? I had no idea.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Confessions
Cliche Catalysts? Maybe...
On first thought, it seems silly to write an open letter thanking the various people that inspired me and brought me up simply because when I stand back and look at myself, I don’t see some great accomplishment. And I certainly don’t want my shortcomings to be reflected on those near and dear to me, but if I look closely, really look, I’m not showing my gratitude to them for turning me into some spectacular protégé. I’m appreciating the fact that they influenced the most malleable parts of me in my development and indeed gave parts of themselves to me. Is it so hard for me to give credit where credit is due? Yes.
By Nichole Napier4 years ago in Confessions
Friends
Hugging Imogen is opening a jar that won’t open. You know the ones – where you spend ages trying to open it and someone else does it within a second. When you’re the one who can’t open it, you feel like throwing it across the room to open it that way but no, you can’t do that, people don’t just throw jars. Some just shove the jar to the back of the cupboard, making the seal on the lid even harder to break. Other people look at the jar and think you know what, I’m gonna get this open. It takes time to work out the quirks of the seal and where’s best to hold it, but eventually it opens, and everything’s worth it.
By heyitsfiye4 years ago in Confessions
An Owl in the Hand is Better Than Too Big A Fish on Land
This tale I am about to tell may be hard to believe, but I swear it's 100% true, oh ok at least 87% give or take. Now I remember, I was standing by my desk at Truman Trucking, trying to figure out how I was going to get all the loads I had booked the previous day, all possibly picked up. When the phone rang and my mother was on the other end.
By Steve Kravetz4 years ago in Confessions
Tread, my beau
"Where do you wanna go?" "What do you mean?" "You know," I texted. "When you grow up." "Away from here." I did too. But that conversation was short and I was pulled away from it by something or other. By the time Covid-19 had struck the Bay Area, we'd all managed to adjust to living at home. It was alright, save for the occasional fight from my parents at home.
By Mei Lin4 years ago in Confessions
Bailey In the Big City
What better way to solidify a budding relationship than by acquiring a dog together, right? My husband and I were in the beginning stages of our relationship becoming more and more serious. We had a small Chicago apartment in the West Loop, above a local bar that was a hot spot for all of the college kids. We liked to ride our bikes down to the lake after class or go to the gym before dinner. We would visit both of our families on alternating weekends. We basically did what we wanted when we wanted. We had tossed around the idea of getting a dog. We both saw multiple posts a day of someone we knew either fostering a young pup or trying to get rid of one for someone else, so our options were pretty open. We liked the same kinds of dogs or didn’t like the same ones I should say. However, we never seriously pursued the idea since pets were not allowed in the building we were in, and we planned to stay for one more year while I finished up my degree.
By Val Poulos 4 years ago in Confessions
