EOU L VE LETTERS We asked EOU students to write love letters to themselves, partner, ex, or crush and send them in. They could be anonymous or specific. There were no guidelines, no filters, no rules. Here is what they had to say. Got love letters? Send them to thevoice@eou.edu
Dear __
Dear flower,
You looked at her like you used to look at me, and I can?t help but wonder where we went wrong. It was only a few months ago when you were telling me you loved me. A few months ago, we were sending each other good morning texts and staying up all night long talking on the phone. Now you?re kissing her like you used to kiss me, and I can?t help but wish that you wouldn?t have fallen out of love with me. I?m constantly wondering if you ever think about me as I think about you, or was I just another girl you could use?
You're truly are a flower surviving my garden of weeds. For if you left me, so would all the beauty in my life. I love you, my flower. If I should change it would be to allow you to flourish instead of perish. Perhaps I should remove the weeds. It?s hard to remove weeds that I have let grow in my garden for so long. They are large, with big roots, and their absence would certainly leave holes. Your protestant struggle for survival always amazes me despite the fact you deserve a better gardener than I could ever be. Give me time to do my weeding and I will give you the home you deserve.
As the days pass by, I?m constantly reminded of you. I find myself thinking back to the days when I?d jump into your arms and you?d hold me close, to the days where we would promise each other forever, grow old together. I guess we were both naĂŻve to think there was such a thing as ?meant to be." Now every time I look up and catch your eyes, you look away, making my heart die a little more inside.
But tomorrow will be a new day, and maybe, just maybe, when my friends ask how I?m doing, I?ll finally be able to stop lying to them when I say I?m okay. Maybe I?ll find my true smile once again and let everyone know that I?m finally over you. But today isn?t over just yet. So for now, as I sit alone, I?ll let the tears run down my face, letting the thoughts of you consume me.
Dear Ms. Bet hany Key, I never told you how much I enjoyed taking Statistics from you in 2015. You brought such radiant energy and always worked really hard to make sure everyone understood the material. I appreciated especially those light-teal pants you wore one day with the mustard-colored cardigan. Unfortunately I never got the courage to tell you how I felt. This was compounded by the fact that I failed your class and subsequently when I saw you in Target I was too embarrassed to hit on you. Anyway I know you won?t see this so it?s the only way I can express my true feelings. I still wonder what you?re up to, to this day! ----Anonymous