A Letter About The Letter

Thank you for letting my go, for finally ending the pain you knew I had always felt when it came to loving you. I hope you were aware of how difficult it was for me to give you the type of love you so heavily demanded. I was only destroying myself, tearing my soul apart, piece by piece, just to put a smile on your face. Thank you for finally realizing that you have to work on yourself first. I am not and never was capable of doing that for you—no one else is. It was about time you'd decided to end the nights spent crying and the days spent fighting.

In the study of English literature, “The Sullivan Ballou Letter” by Sullivan Ballou and “To Lucasta, Going To The Wars” by Richard Lovelace are very similar and different in many various forms of ways. These works of literature can be categorized as goodbye letters from two men who sent them to their wives to show their love, before they leave for different wars. “The Sullivan Ballou Letter” is written in American literature and “To Lucasta, Going To The Wars” is written in British Renaissance literature. The work of literature written by Ballou is perceived in more of a formal way and Lovelace’s is viewed in the form of a ballad with a iambic tetrameter as a rhyme scheme. These two works of literature are compared and contrasted by their

I didn’t have the opportunity to thank you and tell you what was in my heart when you departed. That is the reason for this letter.

I loved you more than I loved myself. Not even, I was in love with you, and you broke my heart by breaking it off between us without even blinking an eye. When I called you on the phone a couple hours later, you sounded like you absolutely hated me, and that hurt even more. (Don’t get me wrong, though. I’m not trying to sound like a victim. I’m sure you hurt or were hurting too.) We used to talk just about everyday for the past year or so. Not talking to you everyday is so strange. I don’t know what to do with myself half the time. Whenever something happens - whether good or bad - and want to run to tell you about it. I didn’t only lose my boyfriend, I also lost my real best friend, and my first real, true love. I really thought you were the one. After all, we were talking about going on a mini vacation by ourselves in the summer. You were supposed to come to my Abuela’s wedding and spend your 20th birthday with

I never thought that I'd be writing to you out of all people. Everyone may question my sanity once they figure out I've been trying to write to you ever since you were convicted five years ago. It's just.... I couldn’t find the right words to explain how badly you hurt me. However, my therapist said that writing this letter will help me accept the fact that I made the dumbest mistake in the world seven years ago when we got married. Oh yeah, I'm going to a therapist. I find that quite ironic since one day I thought I could become a therapist, and specialize in women sciences, but instead, I'm going to one.

I also want to make it clear that I didn't write this letter so that we never have to talk about this face to face, it’s just easier because it gives you time to think about things before you have to respond. I’ve had a lot of time to think about this and it’s taken me time to be comfortable with it so I’m not expecting you to accept it all overnight, it’ll take a while to get used to. I’m sorry if you’re disappointed in any way. You always taught me to be honest, and to be my self, so that’s what I’m trying to do. I’m still the person that you raised. This is just me trying to be myself in every possible

I miss you and Percy so much, almost more than I can bear. I think about you all night long; sleep is hard to come by.

I’m doing fine, thanks for asking. My life would have never turned out this way if I was still with you, I have a family that loves me, cares for me, and provides for me. All those things that you never did. I don’t have any words to describe the amount of hatred I developed for you, I hope you’ve forgiven me for leaving you, but you probably don’t remember why anyway. Just know that I can’t ever forgive

“I’ll tell her myself. I’m the only person who’ll be able to tell her that I wasn’t strong enough to help Gerard. I was originally angry at that Isaac and Claire got hospitalized because of her, but I came to Heliconia town and grew to love her as if she was my own daughter. It’s my duty to tell her about

‘You have to understand, this letter took me so long.’ She writes with a certain wistfulness, praying to God Macy doesn’t loose her sprightly presence.

As I exhaustedly cried myself to sleep last night after May’s suicide, the thought of you never left my mind. I thought of writing down my feelings, instead of drowning in them, in a letter that you will never read. Years ago, you were in front me but, ever since the day you passed away, I wake up every morning with the reminder that you are a just a living memory. And if life is as short as they say it is, then I guess we are going to meet again sooner than I think we will...

How I have missed you dearly. My life has been so changed by the loss of your presence. There is not a day that goes by where I do not miss your beautiful laugh. The pain of separation has been so severe, abstinence from writing you was necessary to quell the pain. But of course I focus on my own suffering, failing to realize the damage my absence has has done to you. My poor… child. I am so deeply sorry for what I have done to you. I only hope Anne was good to you these past 8 years, I am so disheartened to hear of her passing; she was such a wonderful mother to me. I can only imagine how old and pretty you must look. Surely your father has dressed you only in the prettiest of dresses; I have no doubt he has been kind to you, as he was to me. I am doubly sure you have become excellent in

I’m one of your most honest friends, Andy, and, no offense, but dude, he died like, a hecka’ long time ago. You tellin’ us we need to go to some mountain in god knows where to help you cry over your daddy is about as stupid as Miley Cyrus’ comeback into media.” I stare into his desolate, dark, black eyes. “Is that really how you feel Jack?”, I ask him. He looks at me almost, understandingly. “Yes, Andy. I wouldn’t lie to you. I know your dad meant a lot to you, but you have to let go”. I look at the crowd of my friends faces, “Who else feels this way? Come on, just raise your hand”. Everyone except for Sarah raises their hand. “Sarah.”, I speak directly to her. “Yes, Andronicus?”, she replies. I give her the same look of desperation that I gave Jack, “How would you feel about coming with me to Mt. Polaris?” I disparagingly ask her; she looks at me and smiles, “I would love

My feelings for you have attained so much gravity that I feel the need to put them down on paper. Before reading this, I need you to know something. I wrote this for you, not for the world. This is meant for your eyes and your eyes only. Anyone who is not you or me will not understand even if they think they do. This is what I couldn’t express verbally, and as always, I express better on paper.