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Letters from FoxApril 22, 2013Here is the second letter today, I just heard you, and you sounded so lifeless. You say you’re trying not to think about anything. I can’t help but hate myself for causing you to be like this. If I could magically fix things, I would. I would love to take away every pain, every negative emotion: every bad memory. I want nothing more than to ensure that you stay happy. It’s hard right now, and I’m not sure that it will become easier anytime soon. I may be being selfish when I say I’m not leaving you, and maybe you feel differently. I could understand, what with all the emotional baggage that I’ve brought you. I know that this won’t make much, if any sense, but when I’m writing this for you I’m smiling. My heart hurts, but that’s because of someone else. I think I may call you Angel, because to me, that’s what you are. You’ve helped me overcome the ugly in me. You’ve made me feel beautiful and yo
Letters from FoxApril 22, 2013It’s pretty hot out today. My AC keeps turning on and it’s kind of annoying. I decided to try and do this. It’s probably not going to be cheap if I actually decide to do it every day like I plan to initially. Today hasn’t been the best day in the world. I can’t keep food of water down. I guess that’s okay though. I cried my heart out last night to you. I think if you weren’t here I’d be a lost cause. You may never receive these, but I just had to express how much you mean to me. I could say I love you, but I don’t feel that that is good enough. I want you to know why. I don’t want my parents words to push you into the darkness like they have me. So, here I go. I always smile when I talk to you. Not because you’re a great comedian or anything, but because you just make me so happy. When you hold me in your arms I feel as if I am in the right place. You make me feel safe. Your laugh gives me butterflies, not
Sweet Little Text MessagesIt was hot out today, to the point where there was nothing better than walking into a cool building blasting air conditioning. The feeling of cool air just rushing over your skin is something that can’t be explained. This would be a short-lived visit. Just enough time to cool off, and then head out. I went up the stairs and into the small office dumping my backpack onto the floor and tossed my purse on the desk without much of a care in the world. Next to my purse I tossed the keys to the office and everything of value. I could see my coworker there on his computer. I moved and practically threw myself into the chair with a heavy sigh. I slid out of my jacket and cursed myself internally for having worn it. It was no surprise that I was burning up outside. Once my jacket was off I turned the chair and brought my computer to life. I punched in the log in information and then moved through some files printing a few documents before I felt my phone buzz with the alert of a message.
ConfessionsHe said I love you to me, and I could only look at him bewildered. I asked him to repeat what he had said, and he did. I couldn’t believe my ears. That someone, anyone, especially him, would say those words to someone like me. I almost started crying on the spot, but that’s not ladylike at all. Instead I laughed nervously and debated on what would be the best response. So I asked him why he thought he loved me and he told me that he had been thinking about it the past few days. How he felt lonely without me and how he was happy talking to me. How there was something missing when he didn’t get to talk. I think I could have died right then and been perfectly happy. I took his hand and traced letters on his palm. I. L. O. V. he was smiling, I saw it in the corner of my eye, that gentle smile that actually reached his eyes from time to time. It was easy to distinguish even with the darkness. E. Y. O. U. T. O. O. He laughed softly now and I swear I felt my heart jumping ou