Month: November 2014

Love Letter #22

Dearly DeBloggers, Love Letter #22, found 11/28 ____________________ Jude, I had time to think this through. Obviously, I was just your Betty Page. 24/7. I didn’t see past your skin. But that was probably because you blindfolded me so often. I couldn’t tell how diluted it was. How decrepit, faint and feeble. I saw you …

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Love Letter #5

Dearly DeBloggers, Love Letter #5 Found 11/24 _______________ James, You were always better with words than me. You’re also very unfair. You tell me you don’t love me anymore.  And I will stop calling you. Say it. Go ahead. So what about it. I’m a man James. What am I supposed to do. I was …

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Love Letter #4

Dearly DeBloggers, Love Letter #4 Found: 11/21 ______________________________________________________________________________ Jude, Stop. Calling me. I swear to God.  I will never see you again. How could you have been confused? You: running your fingers through her hair. Hair that looks a lot like mine. You are so pathetic. Avoiding looking in her eyes while you’re on top of her. …

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Love Letter #8

James, I saw you at the coffee shop. I ran to you, but I think she saw me, and got you in the car. I wonder if you saw me. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I ran out of toilet paper. There is no easy way. It gets harder each day. I think there is something wrong …

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Love Letter #2

Dearly DeBloggers, for those of you following the Love Letter. Found out Sat 11/15 ______________ Dearest Jude, When we knelt in front of one another, and you insisted on using the mirror that time and then it became a habit. And I liked that habit, and then you said that you just like to look …

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Love Letter #3

Dearly DeBloggers, Found: 11/11 ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ James, I swear she means nothing to me. What am I supposed to do ? You tell me what the hell am I supposed to do if you wont even let me call you. A prop to occupy my time. So be it. Jude.

Love Letter #14

Dearly DeBloggers, for those of you following the Love Letter Love Letter #14 Found: 11/6/2014 ______________________________________________________________________ James, She asked me if we were still going out. I told her exactly what you asked me to say. I am doing just as you ask, but I have to tell you it feels unnatural to me; and sometimes …

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