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Write a letter to someone who may never read it! >>> v. 2

That's a letter she should read Wallace

I'd love to have her read it, but I'm trying not to be overbearing, or come off too strong. I've been great at keeping things at an even level. She's clearly not over this guy, and I'm not the only guy she has developed an interest in. I'm not about to start competing over her love, cause she already knows I care about her. I just keep telling myself to be there for her, and more and more shes opening up and letting me into her life. Things are progressing, but slowly. We've been sharing some good experiences lately, and I plan on keeping that up while I lay a foundation for a possible future.

I'm trying not to think selfishly. I want her, but I'm not going to force myself on anyone, or force myself into a situation. When I'm alone, I can't help but feel all my efforts and emotions put in to this are not going to pay off, but when I'm with her none of that matters cause we never fail to have a good time together. Patience and an optimistic mindset is all I can really have right now.
 
Well if you have that patience, good on you.
It's a very nice sentiment to give her so much space, but if it makes you feel like you're setting yourself up for failure..
I mean, have you ever considered the notion she wants someone to force themselves onto her? (now this sounds extremely rapey, but what I mean is, have you ever thought she might need that extra little push, she might need somebody to break down the barrier instead of just waiting for it to fall?)
Whatever happens, I wish you all the best.
I think the solution seems to be spend more time with her, because that means less of everything else and more of enjoying her company :)
 
and to you.....fuck you!!! iv tried talkin 2 u in several different ways,f.b. fone,txt......i get the message ill get out of your life from now on,you enjoy your time with that cunt,it aint gunna last,and its gunna hurt and you no what i wont be here whn you come running and crying fuck you,you ruined it years ago!!!!!
 
I love you. In my selfishness, I'm blind to any consequences because how clear can you see when the sun's shining in your face?

P.S. I don't know how happy you are today, how happy you are with him. And it kills me. Maybe another life?
 
Hey baby
It's so weird that after 10 years we became friends agen and our lives cudnt be more different, I just wanted u to kno that if I wasnt.. Then I definatly wud :) despite ur addiction and shitty things u do, I'm strangely drawn to u I can't even explain it, it's crazy cuz I'm settled, but I'd let u turn u my world upside down.. In fact really I think u already have...
All my luv ur "lil hoe" xx
 
I dont even know where to begin B, I just dont know. YOU started this. You kept coming to my door. You kept arriving at my place. You brought me things, you made me things, you made me laugh, you made me smile, you made me think, you made me happy....and for that I am forever grateful. You never saw happiness in yourself, or yourself worthy of happiness. I hope I brought some of that to you. You said you would catch me, and you did. You promised me forever. You told me to believe. You MADE me believe in you, in myself, in us. And for a fleeting moment, when the sun was shining, I believed it. I felt. Something real. Sure it was hard, I thought, to overcome. Too many obsticles, too many landmines, too many bullets to dodge. But you had faith. Love was enough. Love would see us through. ....but it wasnt. As much as i tried, tried too hard, then not enough, then never knowing which way was up or down...or was it you intentionally flipping things around, i'm not sure. All my doubts had disappeared, and yet secretly, yours remained. Too many questions, too much of a risk, too much of a hassle. You just wanted to fly. To live. And of course I wouldnt stop you. You deserve it. God how you deserve it. I hope you are happy. I mean that. You should know though, that i'm miserable. I'm not sure i've ever cried as much or as often as i do now. Oh how I love you. Overwhelming, stomach turning, tears welling love. Anguish, heartache, and pain. ...and I'd do it all again. I risked it. I took the leap. It failed. I dont know why. We were, perfect. The world became perfect. Rather, the world ceased to exist when I was with you. Under the cold black sky in the middle of nowhere, alone with the stars, we sealed our hearts. Yet somehow, love wasnt enough. I saw you that last time, everything was wonderful. One month later, and forever had fallen through my hands like trying to hold onto sand. It's been four months, but I just dont know what to do without you. I cant feel anything for anyone else. I still cry at night. I hadn't cried for a decade. I'm alone, in my bed. It's never felt so lonely. So empty. I'd give anything for just one more hug. Those sweet, perfectly fitting, warm, locked, time sucking hugs. Just one. But no. No more. You promised me you werent like the others. You promised. You told me to have faith. And just when I did, you snatched it away from me. In reality you were worse than the others. At least they didnt hide their lunacy. They never pretended to be something else. ...and the worst part is that i didnt do anything. I loved you the most and best I knew how. I did everything I could think of to keep us afloat. I would have given it all up for you. I didnt need anything else, but you. I risked it all. And you promised me forever. I guess forever isn't as long as it used to be. So here I am, a lost six year old, crying in the mall. Lost. Alone. Scared. With no one to help me. No way to be helped really. It's taken me 33 years to find a love like you, I dont have 33 more years to wait for another one.

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold

The fields have gone dark. ...and i've never been more sad.
 
i would love to beat the shit out of you. you talk shit all the fucking time, you're fucking rude and i really dont understand why you are like this. why do you feel the need to point out other peoples insecurities all the fucking time ? Is it because you're insecure your self? Your work is terrible you constantly point out flaws in other peoples work . You say smart arse comments 24/7 and i dont understand why no body has hooked you in the mouth before. You smell , you dress like shit and love to make fun of me because i like to dress decent and spend money on clothes . i dont give a shit about how many slut bags you have gotten with or if you talked/hung out with a chick on the weekend . why are you like this? why are you not aware of how much of a cunt you are?
 
T
I am so fucking angry at you for ruining this beautiful thing we had going. You have absolutely shattered my heart. I will never understand why you worked so hard to win my heart, then once you had it, you completely neglected it. I threw all my love and energy at you, to the point where I now have nothing left for myself, and you completely took it for granted. I gave you everything I had to give and it still meant nothing. You have ruined me.
 
T
I am so fucking angry at you for ruining this beautiful thing we had going. You have absolutely shattered my heart. I will never understand why you worked so hard to win my heart, then once you had it, you completely neglected it. I threw all my love and energy at you, to the point where I now have nothing left for myself, and you completely took it for granted. I gave you everything I had to give and it still meant nothing. You have ruined me.

This made me cry, really truly for serious. :(
 
Dear A,

Remeber that date we had to the ---- area, where we ate at a nice Italian restaurant?

I wish I hadn't agreed to split the bill, I should've picked it up. We were getting along so well, I don't know how sitting on that bench that night ended with anything short of having our arms around one another. Actually, maybe I do. I never told you, but I took a focalin pill earlier that night.

Please don't be mad. I took it because I was nervous. I think it was counterproductive. And as for me starting off a classy date with vodka and orange juice in my room, when you just looked confused? :) I feel like an idiot, and hopefully its cute that I made such an idiot of myself.

I'm going back to college sometime this schoolyear, and wonder what it'll be like to see you again. Last time I saw you I was sucking on your nipples on my hall, and you left me and another girl to have fun in my bed. We seem so different, yet I feel like it's partially from coming from such different places.

-TCM
 
Dear once and never future husband:

My therapist said I should look to the moment I knew you and I were not suited for each other. Our wedding, which I told scarcely anyone about - I wanted it to be held in my adopted hometown, San Francisco, at City Hall. You asked me to make the arrangements for a pretty, small, simple wedding. I talked to an officiant there and reserved the date. I talked to the caterer at one of my favorite restaurants. When I told you, proudly, what I had done, you said I'm not going to get married where all of those [expletive deleted, referring to gay men] got married, I knew it was over.

Any man would dream of a beautiful, small wedding with a happy, peaceful bride in the comfort of her friends and family. A calm bride with a family that was happy to welcome you in is even more of a dream. I even asked my friend that partially owns an amazing hotel not to get us a gift other than a night in the most awesome suite. And I even caved about the dress. Fucking thing is taking up space, I can't look at it.

So fuck you for your homophobia. Fuck you for stealing and selling my dog. Who the fuck is this spiteful? Fuck you. My future husband, if any, will embrace his happy bride and love me for who I am. I'll still get married at City Hall in my beloved hometown while you sit and rot up here. My friends and my family will be with me, happy for me... yep, at City Hall.

(This is work safe, and it is from a random blog - it shows the gorgeous staircase at SF City Hall):

NSFW:
san-francisco-city-hall-wedding-18.jpg


You'll never see me descend this staircase, you homophobic avoidant dog thief. Sexist jerk asshole.
 
T
I am so fucking angry at you for ruining this beautiful thing we had going. You have absolutely shattered my heart. I will never understand why you worked so hard to win my heart, then once you had it, you completely neglected it. I threw all my love and energy at you, to the point where I now have nothing left for myself, and you completely took it for granted. I gave you everything I had to give and it still meant nothing. You have ruined me.

:/

This broke my heart.

Dear ____,

I feel like it was all my fault. I hope it wasn't and that it was more mutual than my mind believes it to be. You're a great person and I love you. I'm happy for your new life. I can't even ask for happiness for myself because knowing that you're satisfied with your life now is good enough. I want you to know I'm working on my life and being more patient. I'm sorry if I hurt you.

- Me
 
Scotty,
Since you know I'm a mod on these forums there is a 1% chance you'll read this.

It was an unexpected surprise to see you at the library tonight <3
Thanks for the warm hug. Somehow, I cried after.
Missing my friend. I wish you would come around.
Let's stop being lonely in our separate houses one of these nights.

I don't want to invite you again directly.. you have your reasons. I had mine, too. Still, the wine and the burn.

H
 
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actually I dont think I can compete with your true love, and I dont want to, as I cannot win. I love your spirit, I love your mind and body. However its plain to me that meth has your soul. Its not a criticism, its how I see it . If you were to give up tomorrow, and take on life as a non user, I am sure it would be five years hard work. i can give that, but are you willing to? It would probably easier for us both to become slaves to a chemical, and i am a lazy cunt. But i dont want to become a slave to anything, (at least willingly) And being with you (which I love), with a habit, surely will end in disaster.
I love you, I think we are good people together. I hope we can have awesome times together and enjoy what the universe has to offer. But i cant afford a meth habit, spiritually, financially, or emotionally. Can I help ? I hope so.
 
My Love, M,

One more chance is all I ask, a chance to show you I'm not what you think I am. I apologize for my mishaps and faults in the past, I'm sorry for everything I did to wrong you. Alcohol changes a person, I barely knew what I was doing. Forgive me so I can once more embrace you and show you that I can be a man.

Miss You Lots,
Dom
 
Dear harts,

Since the first time I saw you I was in complete and utter awe. I let all this time pass without ever talking to you, but now is the time. I know what we could be. You are funniest, sexiest, most down to earth person I have ever laid eyes on and not many can see that side of you. I hope what comes in the future will be US in the future. If not, this letter is for you, letting you know that there is someone who cares for you more than you could imagine.

Let life take its courses, because there are many to take.

-T

Lawl. I see you've had practice feeding lines of bullshit.
 
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